Saturday, June 11, 2011

Waiting and Powerless

I should tell you about the eight fish my son caught with his Spiderman fishing pole this morning, but MacTroll forgot to take photos.

I should tell you about the awesome program at the Tolono Public Library to kick off the summer reading program and the fact that X-man made me read him 14 books today and made it through two Dick and Jane books by himself because he's ever so curious about what he'll be able to buy with the book bucks he accrues for every eight books we read together.

I should even probably bore you with my story of shopping for insoles with some help at Body N Sole for my new running shoes to see if they help my feet feel better on my 2-mile run tomorrow.

Or I could tell you that my husband got me an iPad 2 when he was in NYC this week. No, it's not my birthday. It was just a Friday, and he loves me and wanted to get me something fun. I think.

Instead, I'm going to tell you that right now I'm lying on my couch in my living room. On the back side of the couch near the back door my dog is currently sleeping on his elevated dog bed... I hope. He started off this morning eating his breakfast and happy as a clam, but as the day went on, he got more and more sluggish and more and more un-Riley like. The only time he really got up was when we left in the car and all came home together from the library. He got up to greet us at the garage door gave two wags, turned around and laid back down on the kitchen floor. He couldn't make it up to his chair in the living room.

A few minutes ago, I tried to get him to go outside. He walked out and laid down in the grass. He wouldn't get up, so I picked him up and carried him inside. He refused dinner. I gave him the high level of pain pills tonight, hoping that maybe they'd help him get through whatever is happening right now, so he can have a better day tomorrow. We've seen it happen twice before, right?

Inside, though, part of me hopes that he passes in his sleep tonight. Neither MacTroll or I want to make that call and haul him into the emergency vet. Then again, I don't want him to be in any pain. I also don't want to have to call Doctor Mary on Monday and have her come to our house to put him down. I don't want to be alone again when that happens. Because MacTroll flies out early.

Maybe that's really why I got an iPad? Because in all likelihood, that's how this is all going to shake down -- again.

Update: He made it through the night. He got up to go outside to pee this morning, but isn't interested in food. His gums are pretty white. I don't think it's going to be too much longer. He appears to be resting comfortably on his pain meds, and he's still drinking water.

1 comment:

Dana said...


I'm sorry about Riley. *sigh*