A flower.
I saw this bloom shimmering in low sunlight. I had no choice. I had to make its picture. I knew it the very second that I hit the button.I had something. I made a couple of back up images just in case. Back home, the picture was easy to process. Nature did most of the work for me. That’s why the picture looks good. All I did was see it.
That’s how it goes sometimes.
The day started off pretty badly. You know that the dog who sees things has not been feeling well. We’ve been treating her with antibiotics and an occasional Tramadol for pain. I knew we hadn’t beaten it, but we were on the road to doing so.
She awoke this morning screaming in pain. I calmed her, she stopped for a minute and started screaming again. I was fully awake. No gentle morning awakening. I called her vet and they fit her into his already packed schedule. It’s that life during wartime thing.
The good news is that her bladder stone has broken up and will pass quietly. The bad news is that she has a couple of teeth that need to be pulled and a bad gum line infection that hasn’t responded to the broad spectrum antibiotic that we were giving here for the bladder stone. We have no idea why not.
She is scheduled for dental work in about a week. There is no way to force an appointment earlier because dental work is time consuming.
She’s a rescue dog. A cuter cocker spaniel rescue you will never see. She came with fears built up by other human beings. There are certain things that I can’t do. With the other dogs I can do the push-the-pill-down-their-throats thing. Not this dog. That would scare her.
So. Cheese.
We bought a small block of cheddar cheese for a planned meal. Soft cheese. She likes it. I buried the pain med in the cheese and she ate the whole thing. She hasn’t been eating much. She’s lost a lot of weight. I gave her more cheese. Eventually, she ate about half of the block in little tiny pieces. I reckon that in the short term, protein and fat will help her gain a little weight.
Her vet uses a concierge approach when pets are brought in these days. It’s a safe response to the pandemic. Pet parents stay in the car. Their pets are picked up and taken inside for care. Because Sophie Rose was a force fit into her vet’s day, I went home.
Needless to say, I was standing on the ceiling. Around here, we know to let me have some space. I’ll work through it. I do in my own way. Everything imaginable ran through my brain. When her vet called I felt better.
I hate to see anything in pain. With this little dog screaming, I felt terrible. She’s such a sweetheart, so gentle and so loving that I couldn’t stand it. Luckily, it’s an easier fix than I imagined.
Have a good thought, say a prayer, making an offering for Sophie Rose, the all seeing dog.
No CoVid 19 discussion today. I’ve got other things on my mind.
Oh yeah. After the cheese and Tramadol got into her system, she fell asleep. Peacefully.
Stay safe. Enjoy every sandwich.
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