Does anyone have any idea what kind of rose this is, tumbling down in front of a neighbor's house? I'm sure it's a climbing rose, even if in point of fact it's a falling rose. The buds are a deep orange, but as they age and unfurl everything turns pink; it's lightly scented, and it's truly beautiful.
And for those of you looking for a LucyFur update ... She's still in hospital, but the good news is that she ate something last night - a quarter of a can - after she came round from her anaesthetic: as well as rehydration, she's also getting anti-nausea meds. It would be so wonderful if she can avoid going on a feeding tube. She had an ultrasound today, and the current diagnosis is that she has Triaditis - a condition unique to cats, because of the construction of their insides. This means that she has, basically, simultaneous inflammation of the pancreas, liver, and the intestines - which may all come from IBD. The good news is that there are no apparent tumors or blockages. So this can't be cured, but it can be managed, with careful diet and drugs. But they still aren't sure what's causing it, so she may have an endoscopy to look more carefully at her intestines tomorrow ... if she's still as stable in the morning ...and she's having various samples sent out to specialist labs, to try and pinpoint even more precisely what kind of enzymes are doing what. I have to say - I am super-impressed by her hospital (and also super-glad that our tax refund money should come through tomorrow ...). So she may not be back until Tuesday, but I will be very glad that she's under careful monitoring and observation - and, above all, that they are talking about her coming home ...
Spot the remnants of the girl who really, really wanted to be a vet - until Mr Symons, the veterinarian who worked for our stables, and was very involved with the Pony Club in southwest London, told me that this wouldn't be possible, because girls weren't strong enough.
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