Julia is not doing well.
"Mama!" Butterfly called a couple of hours ago. "You'd better come here."
Julia had fallen over trying to drink. She was still down when I got there. After attempting to rise, she fell over again.
She hasn't gotten up since.
I phoned our Vet., who is a friend, and we are doing what we can to make her comfortable. We will have to see what the next few days bring. It doesn't look good.
Butterfly and I had been enjoying "Girl's Weekend." (The C.F.O. is working. Tiger and Sal are camping.) Prior to the Julia incident, we had been having a really great couple of days.
Yesterday we went to a lecture by Dr. Jane Goodall. She was quite awe-inspiring, and I am so glad that Butterfly had the opportunity to hear her speak. Dr. Goodall's telling of how her mother's encouragement and support enabled her to achieve her dreams reminded me of the awesome and wonderful responsibility I have as a mother. It is more than a little daunting. Her schedule of 300 days per year traveling and speaking would bury me. That she is able to maintain that level of activity in what you might call the evening of her career is phenomenal.
To say I was impressed would be an understatement.
Last night was rehearsal for The Pied Piper.
This morning we quickly tidied the house, and then we picked up Twilight.
We watched it three times.
Copious amounts of popcorn and Thin Mints were involved.
*Edit: Upon reflection "Girl's Weekend" probably should have been "Girls' Weekend." I just thought of Butterfly, and forgot to count myself. I really need to work on the whole self-awareness thing.