Posted April 12th, 2003 by Michelle

After three phone calls, my vet finally called me back to tell me that Zooey doesn’t have cancer, nor diabetes, nor a thyroid problem. His kidneys are failing. He is only elimintaing water, not any of the toxins, which is driving his thirst, which is why he is peeing on everything. All I can do is put him on prescription food that will manage his problem, but obviously, there is no cure. My brother Ian had a brilliant idea to keep him in a big cage, with pillows and a little litter box. It’s the only way I can keep him, and when he becomes miserable, well. Then I’ll know what to do. Meanwhile, just in the few hours I’ve been home, he’s ruined… oh, it doesn’t even bear going in to. He just can’t control himself.

I rode my bike to work this morning for the first time this year. It was raining, and forty degrees, but I figured it was time to start. I got lost a couple of times and still made it in less than forty minutes. And I tell you, it makes all the difference. For the first time in ages I wasn’t exhausted before the shift even began. I know there are favorable statistics about people who ride their bikes to work- more productive, better attitude- and I tell you they speak the truth. Of course, it doesn’t hurt to sleep nine hours, either.