What a difference a day makes. The photo above was taken last evening: T is in the water feeling fine. This morning I came downstairs and he didn't come to greet me as is his habit. Instead he lay panting on his couch and didn't want to eat, he had a fever, couldn't get up, nor could he put any weight on his left front paw; in short he was ill, he still is. An hour later, by now it was 7am, I rang the vet, described the symptoms and she told I could drive him over (normally she opens in the afternoon) so she could check him out. I got dressed, D carried him into my car, he couldn't come with us as he had several business appointments. The vet did her examinations: an infection of sorts, all kinds of medication, lots of pills to take home with us. I rang my office to let them know I'ld be late. We lifted the dog back into the car, I drove back home. Now I had to lift T out of the car again and carry him back all by myself, I had to stop halfway from car to house as he was almost too heavy for me. We managed. I lay him on the rug in the living room, he fell asleep. I listened for a while, his breathing became calmer and his temperature dropped slightly. I changed for the office and went to work. D checked on him later in the day, we spoke on the phone: T. was still resting but wagged his tail at him, okay.
The boys each stayed with him once they got back from school and when I arrived he looked more awake, more alive. I fed him his pills wrapped in bits of bacon, and miracle of miracles: he ate them all! I fed him his dog food which he seemd to enjoy. He manged to get up and limp towards the door, we let him out and helped him off the verandah. He much prefers walking himself to being carried about. So he has been up, has eaten, has been out of the house for a few minutes, okay. He's now sleeping on his couch again, bless him.
|lonely walk in the woods this evening|