Well. See above blog post of a couple of week ago. How fun! I was heading to Jerome, AZ, for my 2nd Annual Lew Wilson Remembrance Trip. I promised to write about a few topics, including travel and Millie. It never occurred to me that those things would merge, in a very scary way. There I was, sitting in a patient room at my vet's office, awaiting word about...but I'm getting ahead of myself. Friday, July 18th The plan was to meet a friend for lunch, make a quick shopping stop, then home. Dinner that night with my friend/pup-sitter, George, after which I planned to slip out, leaving Millie in his capable hands (with his dog, Snowy) for the weekend. Things did not happen the way I planned it. I got back from lunch around 3pm or so. Millie was not herself. To be more specific, her breathing was a bit labored, and she was looking at me like she was...scared, maybe. Or worried. Or asking me to help her. I called George and asked him to come over, t...