Ugh, I’m in such a foul mood this morning. Yesterday when I got home, Remy wasn’t in her usual spot by the couch. I looked for her in the house, no where. I always fear the worst now that she’s so damn old. After a few seconds of panic, I found her outside in the yard– eating her own shit. What. the. fuck? She never did this before. Aging has made her lose her frickin’ mind. Then she has this elbow sore that’s been bleeding all week. It’s like this weird open wound/hole within a callus. I’ve been slopping on the Neosporin for days, but I’m taking her in to the vet today.