As reported last week, poor Lucy was destined for her Last Vet Visit. After two months of very lackluster behavior, I was convinced that my time with my Best Dog was over. This resulted in a week in a fog, where press releases were forgotten and too much food was eaten.
Then, two things happened before Monday's appointment. First, I changed her to wet food. Immediately, she began eating with new vigor.
Then, the sun came out, and while I was out dragging berry brambles to the brush pile, who should decide to join me but Lucy.
Clearly, this dog understood the words "I think it's time to put her down," and began a campaign to change my mind.
The upshot was, after a "quality of life evaluation" at the vet, at which she was found to have no cavities, but some arthritis in her spine and rear legs, Lucy and I emerged out the door to the family, waiting in the van. The weather was great again, so we took the old girl to the beach, where she had the time of her life.
How fast one can go from expecting one of the worst days of one's life to having one of the best ever. I'll never forget how wonderful it was with her on the beach.
Then, of course, as soon as you get up there on that summit, something happens to bring you back to earth. In this case, poor Eldest, while playing with the cat, got swiped in the eye. Turns out, it was an actual laceration, as the dye test proved. We left, with a prescription for antibiotic drops, but while ordering dinner, her pain became horrible. Back to the ER; this time we left with codeine, which did the trick. A follow up appointment today proved the eye is healing well, but we're still not going to make her do any reading tomorrow--an unexpected side effect for a kid who has never missed a day of school. She hardly knows what to make of it.
Which just goes to show, when you wake up in the morning, you can only guess how your day is going to go. Statistically, you'll be right most times, but sometimes, you'll be completely wrong.
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