We went to see the Vet last night, as YoYo had not been well for 40 hours and she had no improvement. Without eating and with little intake of water, I was becoming concerned for her, as she is now 12.5 years old. Hello again, Mr. Lawrence. Yoyo’s test results aren't perfect, but they are acceptable for her age. Her alkaline phosphatase levels are elevated, and X-rays show hepatomegaly (enlarged liver); we should investigate the possibility of Cushing’s syndrome. Chest X-rays reveal broncho-interstitial pneumonia. She was given three injections, Antibiotics, corticosteroid anti-inflammatory, and pain meds I am preparing a treatment for her that will be available at the clinic starting tomorrow morning, along with a gastrointestinal protectant for her diarrhoea. We will avoid long-term use of corticosteroids due to the suspected Cushing’s syndrome. We will also need to schedule an abdominal ultrasound and possibly an echocardiogram. If Yoyo does not improve quickly, we will need to see her again. YoYo’s sister had Cushing's, which has no cure, and she died of internal bleeding from a tumour on her liver, so I’m concerned that she does ot have the same disease Update Saturday morning: I'm now back home from the vets with lots of medication and an empty wallet. She’s just eaten a tiny bit of ham ( necessary that she ate something before giving her this new medicine). So fingers crossed, as I need to give her other new meds after 1.5 hours and other new meds this evening. 🤞🐶❤️ I will be with her all day today and give her lots of love alongside all her medications ❤️🐶

Come with me to the Bayeux Notre Dame Cathedral and The Medieval Festival https://youtu.be/75cS4XOaNa4

Hi Everyone 👋 I first wrote this post back in January, but I felt it needed posting again as I'm sure many of you haven't seen it..... I Love You ❤️ When did you last say those words? Not in a text. Not in a rushed goodbye. But really said them. Looked someone in the eyes and let them know. I was sitting here alone this evening, and the thought just came to me. My father passed away fourteen years ago. He was a wonderful man. A true gentleman. Kind, gentle, respected by everyone who knew him. But in all the years I knew him, he never once told me he loved me. ( I was 51 ) And he never hugged me. Not once. Until I told him I loved him a year before he died. That day, we shared our first and last hug. I remember the awkwardness of it. Two men who didn't know how to show affection, finally breaking through something unspoken. It was brief. Uncomfortable. And I still cry when I think about it. Because I wonder—how many hugs did we miss? How many years went by with love sitting there, unspoken, unfelt? He knew I loved him. I knew he loved me. But we never said it. And that's the tragedy. Not that we didn't feel it. But that we let it stay locked inside. So please, if there's someone in your life you love, tell them. Not because you should. Not because I'm telling you to. But because one day, you won't have the chance. And when that day comes, you don't want to be left wondering. With Love ❤️ Always Mark

I just deleted multiple posts and banned a new member for spamming our community with his self-promotion to build businesses and websites.....This is not the place for this, selfish and totally against what The Peaceful Path is here for 🙏

A ride across to Omaha Beach one of the famous D-Day landing beaches from 1944, lunch at one of the museums then on to Carentan and home 😊🏍️