Took my dog to the vet today, for the third time in four weeks. (This is Zelda, the angel dog, not Bartleby, the stray from July.)
She got the most traumatizing compliment ever. The vet said, “Even for her breed, this is a tough little dog.” The tech murmured something and the vet added, “This must be agonizing.”
Agonizing.
The word “agonizing” was used in relation to my angel.
I want to burrow under the covers with her for the next decade. Wake us up when they’ve figured out how to heal everything and give dogs eternal life, k?
And if I owe you an email (I know I owe several), tomorrow will, I hope, be the day.
(Chronic ear infection & a pus-filled ear, not–fingers crossed–anything life-threatening. Just, you know, agonizing. But she didn’t even whimper, just stared into my eyes and shook.)
As I don’t have children, my cats mean the world to me. I hope Z feels better soon!
Heartbreaking. Poor dear. And poor you.
I do have a child but Zelda still means the world to me! I’ve loved pets before, but she’s different. Probably because I’ve worked at home her entire life, so she’s seldom more than a couple of feet away from me. Always there, always ready for whatever I want to do next. She’s an amazing companion. I know someday my heart is going to break over her. Not today, though! The vet should be calling with the results of her bacterial culture and a better antibiotic for her sometime today.