Okie still has not come back. We continue to search and put food out and I am still sleeping practically pasted to the front windows so I can see if he comes back at night. I guess if he's not back by Sunday (which will have been a week), I will start trying to accept the fact that he's gone. But not sure when I will stop crying.
Marlee is doing worse every day, even though he is on medication, so that is not looking good.
Coco is improving so that's a bright spot.
Tricia and I almost finished my office. She goes back home tomorrow.
Then on Wednesday we have another one of those fun trips to the Cancer Center.
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