Just a short note regarding old Po', my missing editor. When I looked out on the patio just before 6:00 this morning, there was Pony on her chaise lounge. Sliding the glass door open I said, "Good morning, Po'!" As she turned to respond, she had one of her stabbing pains, immediately jumped down and ran to the fartherest corner of the backyard.
This was the first time I'd seen her have such a pain in her one remaining refuge, the backyard, and I figured this wasn't a good sign for the day to come. It wasn't. The last remaining spot Pony had for painless sleep, her patio chaise, was now just another painful bed like all the others.
It was a horrendously long day for her with absolutely no lying down, no sleep nor rest from 6:00 a.m. - 8:45 tonight. Fourteen hours and 45 minutes on her feet! Almost 12 hours into her stand-a-thon, the vet and a tech assistant made a house call. We didn't want to subject Pony to the additional stress of visiting the vet's. The vet is convinced my diagnosis was right, i.e., it's something in the right shoulder/front leg and, to a lesser degree, the left one too. But what?
We agreed to have more X-rays of these taken in the morning. In the meantime, I picked up her prescription for valium. I'm sure these will help me sleep better tonight also. As I looked out on the patio just now, Po's getting reacquainted with her chaise lounge. Far off in lalaland, the valium's definitely helping her. I doubt she'll get off that bed before morning.