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Well, Malcolm is home for the night, and then he's back to the vet again in the morning for another whole day of monitoring. They gave him some stuff to get the digestion moving and some stuff to keep his airways clear. He's not happy with the heating pad, and being very stubborn. He's almost sad that we've blocked off the bedroom so he can't go under the bed. It's breaking my heart to see him this way.

Going to try to feed him in a bit.

In the midst of all this, I find myself questioning faults, guilt, and blame. I need to stop. I could go back years with "If I didn't...." *sigh*

Anyways, instead of focusing on all the other stuff going on, I need to focus on how bad this house has gotten since the babies got sick. With work and them, nothing has been done.

So I'm off to do laundry, clean up the dinner dishes, and get some stuff picked up. Place is a disaster. Then I need to feed Malcolm who goes limp when I pick him up, and fights me hardcore while I try to feed him. It's going to be a long night.

Love to all!

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