Can i just say...i love my mother. she heard the exhaustion and frustration in my voice over the phone and came over. together, we were able to get diva's bandage off from her IV. together we were able to soak and clean diva's raw bum...each of us teary-eyed at the pain she must feel. together we were able to apply a soothing ointment. and diva, knowing she was in 2 sets of loving hands was able to just relax enough to let us minister to her...trusted that even though it hurt, she seemed to know that it had to be gotten through. and then, in an act of kindness so immeasurable, mom hooked up diva's leash and took her for the night so i could rest. she'll stay at Camp Grandma's tonight and tomorrow while i'm at work. i can relax and not worry (as much) throughout the day. i know it sounds almost silly ... i mean, i'm talking about a dog with intestinal rage, but she is my Love. and my Reason. and i hurt that she hurts so much right now. we women are so special to each other, aren't we? speaking of which, i've dropped a card in the mailbox for stephanie (see below a few posts). i'm hoping it brings her a few moments of wonderment and twinkle. pass it around! L.