While I was waiting for Henry, a young man came in with a very old black and white English Springer Spaniel. The Springer must have been extremely handsome in his youth but he had a sightless cloudy left eye and a rather large tumor on his neck. The old boy could not walk and his human carried him. I'm afraid it was his last trip. The young man was hiding tears and obviously loved his dog. That is such a tough trip. It brought to mind that same trip with Kiln Cat and Katie.
Henry is home! I called, as instructed, and Dr. T. said he came out of his medicated sleep just fine and could come home today instead of tomorrow morning. Thank goodness. I don't think he would have been too happy in a strange environment along with his cone of "no lick" and his itchy tush. He was pretty quick figuring out his food dish. It was a long fast and Henry was obviously peckish. I gave him a half portion in case he has a touchy stomach.
We're dreading the day with Hunt, but he's still excited about life and getting up and down the ramps. Tell Henry I feel his pain and that a bag of frozen peas between the legs will help.
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ReplyDeleteThat is exactly what Henry said...but he said it with way more bitterness :<
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