our house is sad. skipper is not well. i think he had another mini-stroke. he's having more trouble with his back legs. he gets his front legs moving quickly in an attempt to move forward but his back legs remain still. keith says it looks like he's doing the river dance! and his breathing is more laboured. so right now we're waiting. it's so so hard to make the call. i look over at the hyacinths in full bloom. the house is filled with their scent. and for a moment my sadness lifts.