What does it mean when you cannot remember what day it is?

 

Without drinking an alcoholic beverage! (I haven't had a glass of wine since 2017!)

"Memory loss and dementia

The word "dementia" is an umbrella term used to describe a set of symptoms. These symptoms include changes in memory, reasoning, judgment, language, and other thinking skills. Dementia usually begins gradually, worsens over time, and affects a person's abilities in work, social interactions, and relationships.

Often, memory loss that disrupts your life is one of the first or more recognizable symptoms of dementia. Other early symptoms might include:

• Asking the same questions often.
• Forgetting common words when speaking.
• Mixing up words — saying "bed" instead of "table," for example.
• Taking longer to complete familiar tasks, such as following a recipe.
• Misplacing items in odd places, such as putting a wallet in a kitchen drawer.
• Getting lost while walking or driving in a known area.
• Having changes in mood or behavior for no clear reason.

Diseases that cause damage to the brain that gets worse over time — and result in dementia — include:

• Alzheimer's disease is the most common cause of dementia.
• Vascular dementia.
• Frontotemporal dementia.
• Lewy body dementia.
• Limbic-predominant age-related TDP-43 encephalopathy.
• A combination of several of these types of dementia is known as mixed dementia.

The disease process, known as pathology, of each condition is different. Memory loss isn't always the first symptom, and the type of memory issue varies."

Thanks to: The rest is there too.  Memory loss: When to seek help - Mayo Clinic

I have been off by one day these last few days!

Dementia is in the family my mother's sister had Alzheimer's disease!

So yes, I am concerned!

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Allow me to introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months, and ... now 6!

   

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made. 

I will comply because it is fun and say good day!

I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name... ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now six years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, ha! 
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. 
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella. In the picture above, I am a Maltese Yorkie and a Morkie. I might be ten years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies accompanying that! Being the only girl has its rewards as well as its difficulties. 
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted, on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters' day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella, beautiful either way!

Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 12-ish years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes! 

I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020. 

I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there... 

The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!

The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen

days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.

Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!