Wow, what a journey this has been! We saw a different vet today and did an x-ray — thankfully, she couldn’t see a tumor, AND she couldn’t feel one. We’re taking that as good news, even though we still don’t have all the answers about what’s going on in that little body. We’re doing everything we can to give the best care and all the love for as long as possible.
P.S. The vet said he has a beautiful spleen. Are you jealous??
Baxter Wiff a B Update from the Wings
Barry, still wearing yesterday’s headset (and possibly yesterday’s socks), was spotted at the tiny backstage desk sipping cold espresso and muttering softly into his mic:
“Okay team, we’re on Plan G… maybe H… Waffles is out again. Repeat, Waffles is still out. I need someone who can do his part, talk pastry, and wear a bowtie without irony. Anyone? No? Fine. I’ll do it myself.”
With a half-eaten slice of cheese toast left untouched, Barry is visibly tired — and not just because he accidentally called “lighting cue 3″ 10 minutes too early. He’s been up since dawn coordinating lighting gels, triple-checking Reuben’s fruit tray, and trying to reschedule Baxter’s time travel cue around everyone’s coffee breaks.
“I can cue fog and dodge a rogue wheel of Camembert mid-show,” he grumbled. “But I cannot, I will not, learn Waffles’ harmony part by curtain.”
Barry is doing his best. But if anyone sees a rat in a bowtie willing to cover for Waffles until he returns, please report to the stage manager’s desk immediately. Preferably with cheese.
Curtain in ten. Barry’s hanging on by a thread. A thread and one last espresso shot.
I’m feeling good enough to go the store myself today to pick up more meds and a few books to keep me occupied while I rest. I’m also going to get some electrolifes. Teddy came wiff me, he dropped his pencil.
And you’re all inbited!!
Today’s a big day—it’s our 2nd Gotcha Day, and the celebrashun is just as joyful and chaotic as you’d fink! We’ve got the table set wiff all our faborite treats: cheese slices, colorful macarons, a tiny lemonade that’s already been knocked ober twice, and Reuben is closely guarding his chocolate pudding cup. We hab balloons bobbing ober our heads and sometimes they bonk you which is kind ob scary, but it’s ok they add a festibe buzz to the room.
I’m sittin’ proudly at the center, watchin’ my brothers—Waffles, Barry, and Reuben—enjoying the fun wiff snacks. And yes, Fish is here too, eben tho he came home a week later ’cause he needed a little more perkulating time. That doesn’t change a fing. He might not hab been here first, but he’s just as loved, and he knows it.
This day is all about beginnings, about chosen family, and about the tiny, perfect chaos only me and my brothers can create. Want a cookie?
