First step...

Okay, so yesterday was the first step towards the new chompers.

Impressions.

And no, I'm not talking about sitting down and watching a performance by Frank Caliendo.
They took impressions of (what's left of) my teeth.
That stuff was pretty good, too... managed to pull a post and crown from a root canal I had done years ago. Oh well, they're all getting extracted in two weeks' time.

Yep, 4 April is when it happens.
I have to go in Wednesday morning for a wax bite, whatever the hell that is...

At least I'll have that weekend to recuperate, else I'll be at work doing my rendition of Bill Cosby at the dentist.

"Yebbes? Caban I hebelp yobou?"

Into Bast's arms shall he be...

Julius passed to the Summerlands this afternoon.

He was not in good shape. His veins had collapsed, he was dehydrated from refusing to drink anything the past couple of days, didn't want to move to go anywhere, refused food...
The vet told us that if we had waited until tonight, his kidneys would have shut down, and he would have started seizing.

We did the right thing, bringing him in while he still had his dignity and the knowledge that he was (and still is) loved.


You have earned your rest, mighty hunter.
Merry met, merry part, and merry meet once again.