The drive to the Veteran's Hospital was beautiful today. We are fully in autumn now... the aroma in the air on the way to the mailbox is now musty (as in fallen leaves) and the trees are just beginning to show pale green, butter yellow, and a touch of red here and there.
We took the scenic route to the hospital and was rewarded by beautiful forests, corn all ready for harvest, and the view of the wind farms which are now springing up throughout the Midwest. You begin to see the huge windmills from miles and miles away.
Hubby remarked that some of the farmers were late taking in their corn. I told him the answer was in two words... um... field corn... which dries in the field before heading for storage. Sigh, city boys.
He did redeem himself by saying perhaps it was seed corn where the ever prevalent agricultural research signs were at the end of rows. I gave him a "get out of jail" card for quick thinking. :)
Although we were on the road as the sun was rising above the horizon and left the hospital around 1:00, his actual test went quickly. He was under a mild anesthetic throughout the procedure. He received a clean bill of health from the doctor and a reminder to come back again in seven years. I'll put it on my calendar.
Sasha is getting weaker but doesn't appear to be in any pain. She is receiving a lot of love. We hope she goes quietly in her sleep soon so we don't have to go through having another cat put to sleep.
I can't imagine life with neither of our kitties. My husband has been telling her she is free to go and be with her sister (which may make her want to stay here as Storm could be rather cranky). I tell her I can't imagine life without her.
Added Note: Sasha is 18 1/2 years old. Stephanie brought home the two tiny kitties when they were all fur with paws and ears. Christopher was not even two, yet. We have teased her about living longer than her sister just so she could experience what it is like to be queen for awhile. :)