Some days are better than others.
Some days rot.
Waxing gibbous moon last night
Ours started with a hairball.
Nothing unusual about that.
We scoop them up by the bag full.
But this morning, suddenly:
Sikkim was contorted on the floor, crying.
Animals hide pain. Crying was not a good sign.
Her stomach seemed in spasms and she wouldn’t let me touch her.
After a minute, the spasms stopped and she got up.
Following her around, I saw her attempt to pass a stool.
What emerged was solid hair. Never saw a back end hairball before.
Afterwards she was subdued so we made an appointment with the vet, just in case.
While waiting for Sikkim’s appointment I checked emails etc and learned that someone’s beloved puppy had passed away last night. I never met the dog and don’t know the owners, but I can certainly imagine their pain. He was a very sweet pup.
Sikkim’s report was not so bad. Slight dehydration and probable nausea from having such awful gastric “events”.
I brought her home and she seems to have recovered.
It had been awful to witness the spasms that were obviously so painful. For a moment it looked like some sort of seizure and dire thoughts had crossed my mind.
But I think she’s fine.
Still, when I got home I was feeling blue about the puppy and said to Grant “I don’t need to hear about another dog dying today,” and went back to my emails.
A good friend in England lost his faithful old dog this morning.
Some days rot.
In need of something uplifting, I resorted to photographing the praying mantis Grant found on the front door.
Someone had told me they like being talked to, so we had a chat, briefly. Not sure she understood.
But she grabbed a feeler and began to groom
Then she carried on about her business. Mantises always used to give me the creeps, but I rather liked this one. So what if she eats her husband after sex….
The day is only half done.
I’m so hoping it won’t rot anymore.