Life: Idiotropic

Yesterday I had to take 5 minutes in the car outside my favorite coffee shop to collect myself before going in. Logan had an appointment to be fixed. I thought I'd just drop her off and go, but they asked me to stay with her to calm her after they gave her a shot to relax her. So I stayed with her as she got limp, laid down, and barely held her eyes open to look up at me. They lifted her to the table then and I stayed with her while they shaved a bit of her leg, put in her IV, then shaved a large portion of her stomach. She was awake - aware, just unable to move. Killed me. They told me I could go and as I left, Logan lifted her heavy head, turned, and looked at me as I walked away. She's a dog. I'm really in trouble if my kids are ever really sick. Stupid me had to pause and look from the cracked door as they carried her out of that room and towards the operating room. She saw me too and turned to see me as they passed by.

That afternoon I picked her up. She was weak and obviously still drugged. Her tail didn't wag. She didn't make a sound. Seemed so ghostly. Walked crooked. Threw up some horrid bright yellow. Grossness. Tiara and I worried and stressed over her all night. She wouldn't keep water down. Nothing stayed down.

I've never been so happy to see a tail wag - by this morning, she was almost normal! Wagging tail and tiny moans. She's on an antibiotic and pain meds for over a week. Once she had food in her stomach, she was back to normal.

But... if you've seen Up, it's hard not to laugh now at our silly puppy with her "cone of shame." Poor thing was a mess the first day bumping into everything and getting stuck not knowing to back out. She isn't too much better now, but just pushes herself through. A miracle she's only gone through 2 cones this week.