I am off to Bermuda tomorrow for a wedding. This is only the third time I have traveled since my transplant. The first time was to Italy, which was a trip that literally helped keep me alive when I was sick. I kept dreaming about it on days that were really hard.
My dog is really in poor health so I am a nervous wreck about leaving him, but my grandmother is watching him and she will do a fantastic job I know. Today I cooked up all his meals (13) for while I am away. And put out all his pills with a mini candy bar in a cup - candy bars are how I hide his pills.
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13 meals |
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meal prep |
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my pills for the trip |
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my pumpkin |