I want to apologize to all the spouses, roommates, brothers, sisters, and children of anyone who reads this blog and who has had to endure the singing of O Pancreas, over and over and over, for the past week.
Apparently, once the song gets in your head, it stays. And it has to be sung. Repeatedly.
Just ask my cats. Or poor Wally, in Minnesota who has listened to Dan.
I'm sorry. Really. But the damage is done and I can't take it back now.
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A commentary about how living with a diabetic cat has an effect on nearly every aspect of my life.
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