Wednesday, May 07, 2014
... often go awry, And leave us nothing but grief and pain, for promised joy.
Or in the original words of the great Scottish poet Robert Burns:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
I had a plan for this morning. And a lovely morning it was.
I was going to get up, go for a run, go to the store, then finish the garden, and put a leg of lamb in the oven for dinner.
It was a good plan.
Then I came downstairs.
The first thing I thought on seeing the mess on my floor was, "Who got into the strawberries?"
Then I remembered, "I am out of strawberries."
What I was looking at was red vomit from one of the pets. And when I cleaned it up, it was clear from the edges that it was blood. And it was in several places around the main floor.
The next thing to do was to figure out who was going to the vet. On Monday, one of the cats was sick but in the normal gagging up a furball kind of sick. On the other hand, the dogs' bedding indicated that it was one of them. But which one?
Tawny has been identified by the vet as being in early kidney failure. And Indie was her normal Tigger-like self.
I took her to the vet and $500 of blood tests later, the vet told me that she seems to have indicators of pancreatitis. And maybe liver issues. On top of the kidney issues. We are coming to decision time on this dog. I love here dearly, but she is, bottom line, a dog. I love my mother and even she has a DNR.
And as far as my best laid plans, I now had rugs and dog bedding to clean and spending idle time at the vet. Vets are no better than doctors about your time at their office. As a result, I had to do triage on my plans.
And the garden lost. And the lamb got cooked too late for dinner but that means dinner is cooked for tomorrow. I ran after dark to the Y.
And Miss Tawny is downstairs playing with the cat right now.
The least she could do is act a little sick.