The Sunday Edition is Tuesday’s little sister—off-the-cuff updates I’d bring up over a coffee catch-up with a friend.
This week was so good and so hard, with Friday night encapsulating both ends of the spectrum. It began with a tip from a friend to head to a secret campground, tucked into the mountains high above Estes Park with views of Rocky Mountain National Park. We almost couldn’t believe our eyes when we arrived in the van, exhausted from a challenging hike, moments before sunset.
As we settled into our first early night in weeks, Toast began acting strange. Perched on his blanket on the bed, I went to pet him and he flinched, then began to rapidly blink his eyes. As he rose to stand, he lost his balance and fell back against the bed, looking visibly disoriented and making jerky movements. I began to panic when I offered him food and water, and he refused it. An hour away from the closest animal hospital, my boyfriend and I weren’t even sure we could make it down the rutted dirt road, since it was now pitch-black out…
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