Mom has been taking great care of me since my diagnosis. She's making sure I get as much love as I can tolerate. I was her cat before I started loving on Dad. When I was little I would sleep next to Mom, usually under the covers and pressed up against her until I got too hot.
I have been getting some wet food to go with my pain meds. And I got a new nip stick of dynamite because my old nip cigar was pretty ratty. I sat in the window and watched the birds for about a half hour today. My appetite is still good. The meds made my walking a little goofy tonight but it has settled down and now I'm resting in the bed curled up on Dad's feet.
Thanks for all the kind words and well-wishes. It really means a lot.