I could post a lot of heavy duty thoughts and feelings today, but I am going to stick with something lighter. I missed writing yesterday because I had a houseful for Memorial Day. I was also busy recovering from my own version of trauma during the weekend.
We have three small dogs that are 15 to 16 years old. Pistol, the oldest of the three, has a seizure disorder. All three dogs have devoloped some level of arthritis, vision issues and are hard of hearing, but as we age don't we all?!? That hearing issue starts during the toddler years by the way. Anyway, all three dogs recently had their annual vet appointment and got a pretty good report and a prescription for the arthritis. As I talked to the vet, we decided to have Pistol examined last because Doc was on his way to the appointment to "help" me and Pistol is his "buddy". I did explain to the vet that Doc lovingly picks the dog up every evening and gently lays him in bed with us. (Truth be told, I have NEVER received that kind of attention from him!) Doc hovers over him and worries when he is a little off or there isn't quite as much curl to his tail. Me? If I can get his attention, I usually get told to stretch whatever hurts and it will get better. Not even a pat on the head for me!
Pistol had a bad reaction to his new medication and we had to take him to the emergency vet. What a trip that was! No one bothered to check the side effects of the medication, but I was asked if the dog had gotten any marijuana recently! SERIOUSLY?! We were about to make the decision to send him across the "Rainbow Bride", a pretty tough decision to make especially when his buddy was incommunicado in the woods. As we went in to see him for the final time, he stood up and kissed me! Again, nothing I would expect to get from Doc! So, one expensive bill later, we took him home.
I am always grateful for extra hands in these situations. I must admit I was not cool as a cucumber. Oddly enough, the Blonde (who usually panics) took the reins and got us through the disaster with additional support from the Ninja! I now have confidence that if I go down, at least two people will stand by me and carry me through. I am sure I could add a few more to that list: Mommy, Mini-Me.
Here's another thought....If people treated each other with as much love and care as most treat their pets, can you just imagine what the world could be? Have a beautiul and blessed week!
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!