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high tide

A friend has graciously lent us her beach house, even knowing that Jack is ill. It turns out that there is a linoleum-floored room that he can sleep in, and it is right next to the guest room. It should not go without saying that my friend is supremely generous, and flexible, to a fault.

evening fog rolling in

There are glorious views of the marsh out of the western windows of the house. Glorious. I can see why some artists spend a lifetime painting scenes such as this one. A pattering rain falls, now, just as we were planning to grab the paddles and canoe out to the end of the spit — with Jack.  We are doing everything with Jack.

in the weeds

Oh well.  As is often the case while at the shore, the excuse to stay inside and read is welcome.

indigo heart lands on patchwork

resting comfortably

happy traveler

weaving lets me expose a little of the underlying fabrics

It is hard to fully relax knowing what is going on for Jack. On a positive note, though, he continues to have a hearty appetite and to rest easily, with less panting than before we got here. With the boys on the West Coast and the mess of my own home elsewhere, it has been seamless to make Jack our Number One concern…  he and I are sitting together pretty much constantly.

and this is where I am, right now – you can’t see Jack at my feet

And this is where I add that our house sitter has two German shepherds, each of which ON THEIR OWN, significantly outweighs me.  I hope they are not digging up the astilbes like last time.

Captions post

before going North on 128

North Shore lunch

Thinking about goodbyes

Something sweet, fun, and satisfying

South on 128 during tornado watch

I wish I could be paid for all the time I spend waiting for doctors

Tried a red dog like Patricia’s – it didn’t work; trying windows like Jude’s – we’ll see . . .

Spending lots of time with Jack

dog and cat

Jack looking dashing back in April

Jack today

kitty made of recycle pant material – frayed too much!

doorknob makes for feeling of welcome

Scratch disks are full, or I might have cropped out the shadow of my head (above).

But such things are minor in light of a visit (the fourth in three weeks) to the vet with Jack. I will know just how bad the news is tomorrow or the next day, but it appears that he has cancer.