As you know, i went to the vet Monday to have my teeth cleaned and a tooth pulled.
What you may not know is they were unable to do either one.
Seems my liver enzymes were through the roof, and the vet was hesitant to anesthetize me.
So I’m on meds to try to lower those levels, which means another visit to the vet in a couple of weeks.
Jen is freaking, because she wasn’t expecting this so soon after DeDe left us. Here is a poem she wrote to put a voice to some of what she’s feeling.
When the dog is unwell,
I feel like hell.
I worry and I cry.
I wonder if he’ll die.
What if I can’t pay
for the treatment prescribed?
I never know the road to take,
the right choice to make.
I guess, then second-guess.
If only I knew what to do!
Would I be able to say no,
and just let you go?
How could I, when I love you so.
The answers do not come in absolutes.
The latest science refutes
Tomorrow will prove wrong today.
So I pray, choose,
and guilt quiets the internal dispute.
If only it was easer to tell
what to do when the dog is unwell.