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Been a rough morning. I dropped a whole bowl of cat food in the kitchen (not his), and slammed my foot into something (not him) that left a mark on my big toe.

Eleanor bathed him.  He needed it. Grooming is way down these days.  One of those "quality of life" things we can see more clearly now.

Soon we will head off to what a favorite author once referred to as "the swim that needs no towel."  Except for the tears.