Nothing about the weekend went quite as planned.

Instead of church on Sunday morning, I ended up in the Veterinary Urgent Care with Magic, who was poorly all week long, despite a visit to our regular vet on Thursday. If you know me, you know my dogs are like my children (just more furry) and if they’re sick the rest of the world has to wait.

Magic is almost 10 years old, so when a dog reaches that stage of life, illnesses can be serious, even fatal. As I said tearfully to my mother yesterday morning when he seemed so ill, “I cannot lose one of my dogs right now. I simply cannot bear that.”

I practically wore out a set of Dell laptop batteries searching through veterinary websites. I slept badly, knowing we would be going back to our regular vet today, knew we would be doing X-rays, perhaps other diagnostic tests. NOT knowing what we would find.

But preparing myself for the worst.

That is SO typical of me, expecting the worst in every outcome. When I woke up this morning, I practically had my little dog dead and buried.

I can write this now because it turns out there is nothing seriously wrong – a slight case of bronchitis, and a really bad case of “angry, inflamed gas” (in the words of my vet, the inimitable Dr. Kimberly Anderson). He now has medication for both and already seems much calmer and more comfortable.

Of course, somewhere in the back of my mind the qualifying words “this time” rise up to taunt me. He is almost 10 years old. We’ll be lucky to have him five more years.

And we all know how fast years fly.

But I’m desperately trying to pull myself back from that abyss tonight, and focus on the week ahead. We’re traveling on Wednesday to see The Magnificient Mister Connor, whom I hear has two teeth, loves to eat things that are yellow (as in bananas, butternut squash, and mangos), and pants like a dog when he gets excited.

Now I can hardly wait to see all that – and more.

Stay tuned, because next weekend will definitely be worth writing about.

How was your weekend? I hope it was a little bit less stressful than mine.


14 thoughts on “Weekending

  1. Becca, So sorry to hear of your worries. Our pets are our children and to see them in pain and suffering is not a happy occasion. So glad to hear he’s feeling better. Enjoy that baby!!

  2. I too am glad that your furry child is feeling better. We have had to put down several pets and it is very difficult to say good bye. Hugs to you and your sweet dog. 🙂

  3. Lots of folks are losing pets recently. It certainly makes me more determined to spend more time with Dixie. She’s getting on in years herself, and even though she isn’t a “people person” in any usual sense, she’s becoming just a little more interested in having her time with me.

    I’m so glad your pup is feeling better. Do they travel with you, or will he be kenneled?

    • They always stay with my mom, and she’s starting to get to the point where it’s not as easy for her to care for them for extended periods. So I try to make sure they’re in tip top shape before I leave them!

  4. I’m happy Magic is okay. I don’t quite know why, but my latest thing is that I can’t stop thinking about getting a dog. When I see one, it’s kind of like that feeling younger women have when they see a baby – gotta git me one of them.

    Enjoy Connor! I know you will. I’m jealous.

    • I love my dogs – can’t imagine living life without one again. They are problematic at times (like when you want to travel), but 99% of the time they add nothing but joy to life.

      I’m SO looking forward to Connor…be prepared for lots of baby talk coming up 🙂

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