Doggone it

Claren and I went to the vet this morning. She is drinking even more than usual, and has had several accidents this past week -- including one on the floor of Mom and Dad's living room.

I am worried important inside things are going bad, and I won't know when to stop it. Or alternately, and perhaps worse, I do decide to stop it, but I am acting too earlier and because the extra care she needs is hard.

 The appointment was at 9:30 a.m., and when We got home, I took a nap on the floor. Claren started next to me, but got bored and left.