Tonight's picture was taken in October of 2003. Mattie was a year and a half old and at that point was zooming around our home. As you can see, he desperately wanted to grab a hold of Patches. Which was why Peter and I placed Patches pouch up high. No matter what Mattie did, Patches simply understood that she had to behave, she couldn't hiss or claw at Mattie. She was an amazing cat. This was a typical sight in our home though. Mattie loved pumpkins in the fall, and we always had a small collection going and of course, no photo would be complete without Mattie's sippy cup of milk. It was like his security blanket!
Quote of the day: The fact that something has happened to a million other people diminishes neither grief nor joy. ~ Author unknown
This morning my dad's physical therapist came over for his Saturday session. Two different therapists work with my dad. We met both of these women at the hospital, as they do private practice work too! In any case, today's therapist, also happens to be my mom's therapist. I absolutely love Cassidy, as we have worked together for the last two years, between my dad and my mom. In a way, she has become part of our weekly circle. My mom has her last session this coming week, and I will miss seeing this therapist on a regular basis. There is something about Cassidy that reminds her of me, when I was her age.
In any case, I have been worried about my dad's decline and now today confirms what I suspected. Both physical therapists see what I am seeing. Cassidy told me that typically my dad can do a 45 minute exercise routine without a break. Not today, he needed to take three breaks. In addition, he could only go up and the down the stairs once. Whereas about a month ago, he could do this three times during one session. Needless to say, we see his rehabilitation doctor in two weeks, and I am going to have to have a conversation with him.
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