Billy wants to go upstairs but is too wobbly in the stairs and we dont know how to carry him without putting our arm under his bum, where the incision is. He sighs and cries in pain, It is sad. The next door dog is barking outside.  Poor poor Billy. I hope he is less sedated and eats tomorrow morning. 

I had an old Toronto temple new age music cd playing earlier. Birds, water sounds, wind etc. I am sticking by Billy tonight, even though I really feel like going upstairs in the last hour. It is 6:30. He has been back for 2.5 hours.