Tuesday, May 12, 2009
No, not Fudgepants. Fudge, the stand-in for the word I want to use. Sola has been hit with a case of pancreatitis. It's causing her quite a bit of pain, and she has become severely depressed.
So little time has passed since her recovery from the stick incident. Nigel just healed from minor surgery for a growth in his mouth and two tooth extractions. Truffles got over encephalitis just prior to that. And on and on it goes. I'm asking our vet to install a revolving door for the sake of convenience. We're beginning a course of meds now, and it is my hope that we can take away the pain soon.
Truffles: "Hey two-legger?"
Author: "Yes Fudgepants."
Truffles: "When is the last time you went to the beach?"
Author: "It's been at least a year, maybe two. Why do you ask?"
Truffles: "You have all of those big ocean birds hanging around you."
If only they were seagulls. I could feed them my Burger King leftovers and be done with it.
I have scheduled Wordless Wednesday to post automatically. We may or may not be around this week. Sola is my baby girl, and nothing will be right until I see her shine again.