My dog Emma Belle is not well. A few weeks ago she was diagnoised with pancreatitis and has been on a special prescription diet ever since. (I found out in my research that miniature schnauzers and westies are prone to the condition.) Most days she seems OK, will eat her food, go to the bathroom, etc. Every now and then her system would rebel, and it wasn't pretty. Now is one of those times. She hasn't been able to keep food down for almost two days and has had diarrhea and thrown up twice. This morning at 4am she scratched at the door, her signal to go out immediately.
I have an appointment with the vet this morning at 10. I have no idea what to expect. I thought Emma was about 12 or 13 years old, but K says she's more likely around 15. I know what her ultimate fate will be, but I would prefer it to be later....much later. Regardless of what I want, I will not let her suffer. I owe her that much. She gives so much and asks so little in return. Please say a prayer for my little pooch's recovery.
S
Looks like whatever fun I'm gonna have this weekend will have to come in 4 hour spurts. That's because I have to be home to feed Emma Belle a special stomach-calming diet every 4 hours. The vet says she has pancreatitis and prescribed meds and gave us a 6-pack of special canned food. Well, not gave....it costs me $337 all together. The stuff might calm Emma's stomach, but it nearly turns mine. It looks like bad bean dip. But of course I'll do whatever I have to to get my "best friend" well again.
Thank a veteran if you happen to see one today. And as it's Veterans Day, fly your flag, too. Really we should thank our veterans every day. Whenever I see someone wearing a military cap, for example (such as "Vietnam Veteran", "WWII Veteran", etc), I'll thank them and shake their hand. It makes 'em smile, which makes me smile, too.
This is one of those work days I dread. I have some dirty work that needs to be done (a house under construction needs to be cleaned out and swept, and it's a VERY BIG house) and there isn't anyone to delegate the job to. We don't have a handy man on the payroll so the job falls on me. I'll come back covered head-to-toe in dust and head straight to the shower. But the good news is, after that, I'm free for the rest of the day. 'Course, if my dust mask doesn't work, I'll be sneezing for the rest of the day.
OK, I've stalled long enough. Here goes......
S
