And Then We Went Back Sunday Night
Mother's instinct;
cannot explain it, but we
know what we know,
and I am not his mother but
I knew Howie was just not right.
Although he was walking around
and waggin' his tail and poopin' and peeing and
eating and drinking,
this pooch had something wrong.
Sunday night around 9:30
he refused to get out of his bed,
and I was so afraid that if I went up to bed,
in the morning
he might not be with me any longer.
Sooooo
off again driving cross town to the emergency vet.
I opened the door saying
"we're back" to Angela at the desk.
This time he POOPED on
the door stoop, not even making it into the
room. A very crowded room of people
found this to be hilarious and of course
Howie was acting like all was well.
After hearing his story, Angela and
several other pet owners weighed in that he was
just depressed and quite a few believed he
was having "visions" of a returned ghost Justice....
I hesitated about a second and
even though there were two critical cases
ahead of me, we waited the 3 hours,
(now almost 1:00 am)
AND
the vet found that Howie had hurt his neck
and the behavior was due to pain that came and went.
When he got excited, car trips, vet trips etc
his adrenalin activated and he pushed through the pain.
I recalled that he refused to use the doggie door
since Friday and the vet and I had an ahah! moment
of he did not want to lower his neck!
Closer examination and BINGO
Lots and lots of $Benjamins$ later we came home
and within a couple hours of meds he jumped on the couch
for the first time in three days,
and went into a deep dopey sleep.
I started weeping I was so relieved.
They advised I keep him off the stairs,
and keep an eye on him,
since he would be "high"
so I slept (barely) on the couch.
This morning he is following me everywhere,
and very active in between pills.
I'm exhausted
or the word of the weekend
"pooped"
and now I have a stiff neck from couch.
Ghost Justice watches over him
and we'll both be sleeping the day away.
I am so grateful.