A cautionary tale.
Good morning from partly sunny and cold Vermont. Last Monday night Scout had emergency surgery to remove an obstruction in his little stomach. He’d been sick for about a week before that, and at first the vet thought he had pancreatitis. But a turn for the worst found me at the animal hospital with Scout in my lap and another round of tests. I got there at 11 AM, he had surgery at 5 PM, and he was home by 10 PM. That’s what I call a long 12 hours. The cautionary tale? We need to do a better job swiffing the floors.
Almost a week later, he is on the mend. His stitches are healing nicely, he has more zip in his legs, and he’s got his woof back. We have to keep him quiet and partly sedated for another few days, and he has to wear his cone a few days beyond that. Every morning the first thing he wants is a good scratch on his face, since he can’t do it himself.
So we’ve had a tough week. I was alone when I had to make the decision about whether or not to go ahead with surgery. I committed us to a large amount of money, with an uncertain outcome. We were scared silly about losing this dog who is not just a dog, but an angel sent to us to soothe and heal our family fissures and cracks. Everything else in our lives fell away. There was only Scout and his well-being.
Christmas is just a few days away. Today we’ll play catch up with preparations, and I plan to attend an Advent service this evening to ready my heart for the holiday. Please celebrate with us, knowing that our little dog will be okay. And check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.