Another new day and it's off to a good start. For a few minutes anyway. It always amazes me what a good night's sleep can to do restore one's spirits. Even if just for a few minutes. How nice to briefly feel again how I used to feel all the time in the last millenium.
Seeing our dog outside on her chaise lounge in a stiff, twisted kind of rigor mortis position, however, gave me my first jolt of reality this morn. Pony, who'll celebrate her 10th birthday next month, has been having health problems recently. But she'd come through them to resume the life she's enjoyed with us the past 7 seven years since retiring from the race track.
But her most recent bout has me and my wife deeply concerned. Seems she is the chosen recipient of an occasional stabbing pain that causes her to cry out loudly and sends her flying out of the house to the farthest corner of the backyard where she stresses and pants for awhile. (Her X-rays look good.) And because she spends 98% of her time indoors, 98% of those stabbing pains occur in the house and she began to associate the two. To alleviate her pain, Pony decided three nights ago to "move out."
But yesterday I somehow got the sense as I was out working in the backyard, talking to and keeping an eye on Pony, that she was in the process of leaving us. Someone who has been an integral member of our little family unit for almost 7 years is slipping away, spending more and more time on the other side of the veil that hides the greater reality of things from us all.
So as I held my breath while sliding the patio door open before dawn to say, "Good Morning!" to old Po', she scared me by snapping immediately to attention. She'd made it through another night! Maybe the medications are helping her. But we're also concerned about canine dementia, noting yesterday she stumbled in the yard once or twice and on a rare visit inside the house, she banged her head into a chair.
So for the past week or so, there's been no editor of "Dada's Dally" as I adoringly call Pony. No, her loveseat next to the computer has been vacant and I confess to distraction. Pony's been on sick leave.
But for this morning and hopefully today at least, Pony is still with us as just minutes ago I lured her into the house for breakfast and her medications which she took before returning to the backyard.
The past few days have been cooler than normal making her "relocation" an acceptable experiment, a kind of "camping out." But with the temperatures on the rise, Pony's facing a return to her cooler old haunts later today; to the place she used to live, with a family that's been missing her very much. And I know she's probably going to hate that. I just hope the meds are working and there'll be no stabbing pains while she's back in the house.