My sister just informed me that Blanch is spelled Blanche. With an E. I told Blanche. She thinks it's fine. She says that Nancy really should be spelled Nancee.
Blanch(e) met me at the door when I came home tonight for the first time this week. She was eager to go for a little walk with me though she'd just had walkies with her daddy. She ate greedily after I stirred up her food and made a big deal of it. She drank water throughout the day. So while she looks a bit thin and was ready to go to bed earlier than usual, she did work with her daddy in his office all day and go for a couple of significant walkies. Her eyes are bright again and she's interested in what's going on.
In other words, she's back.
And I'm relieved and joyful. You know, you just have to take the bad with the good and hope that the karmic butcher has his thumb on the scales in your favor.
Life is grand, is it not?