My name is Katie...

And I'm 43 years old. At this age I'm past the stage in my life where security blankets are comforting, or necessary. Yet last night when I came home from visiting Lincoln in the hospital I cried like a baby and fell asleep holding Lincolns blue and green argyle sweater vest. That sweater vest was my security blanket last night. I slept with it instead of Lincoln. Tonight I'm headed to visit Lincoln again. So far he isn't interested in food or water and is getting his nutrients through his IV. So I'm going to revisit another part of my life I thought was past me. Baby food. Rascals,the pet hospital where Licoln is said we can visit and bring baby food. And because I love Lincoln so much, and because he is my baby I'm getting him a baby spoon too. We love you Lincoln. Hang in there.