Hope enjoys some attention from her daddy.

My furkids have no idea that much of the nation bakes in the heat. Their routine goes on in their air-conditioned environment.

Jake was the perfect traveler and houseguest last week. I’ve known adults who behave far worse than my furkids when it comes to traveling and visiting.

Windy and Hope kept each other company, and kept an eye on my husband for a week.

Hope is on a new chemotherapy regime and a couple additional pills. We learned she loves boiled eggs yolks, so we crush her medicine and mix in them. Windy loves the whites, so it is a win-win situation.

Hope still isn’t in remission. I feel two large lymph nodes under her right jaw and one large one under her left. Otherwise, she is active, eating well and seems content. She does have a bit of diarrhea, but we are treating that.

Each day with Hope is a gift; however, I want that gift to be here for as long as she cares to give it to me.

Windy and Hope relax in air-conditioned comfort on a hot, August evening.