The weather is turning, here. Which leaves me a bit sad, not having had a winter worth the name. Still, more light, air to breathe while walking. We've walked the last few days. Didn't go so well for me yesterday, as my foot slipped off the edge of the sidewalk, jarring my back. Not so bad, until I did it again. Had to stop, stunned tears, jolting pain. Eased with a bit more walking. Soaked in hot water when we got home, drugs and ice and capsaisin patch overnight, and it's not much worse today. Stiff, but otherwise about the usual.
I think about after D smashed his elbow. About a year after, he had a fall, jarred it badly, and panicked, took himself into the ER for an x-ray. No new damage, but the fear of more breakage, after so much pain, overwhelmed. I could finally, really, understand.
Moby's been sleeping a lot this week, not playing much. A little off. We watch, try to get him to play, give him time. He's not old, but neither is he a young cat, and he may just need more time to recover. Give him until the fur is all grown back on his legs, before we worry.