Of relief. Frida vomited for thirty two hours. Off to the vet. Her kidney wasn’t (kidneys weren’t?) working well. She also exhibited signs of gastrointestinal cancer. For the first time in our life together, I had to leave Frida at the hospital. Oh the tears, but it had to be. She received intravenous fluids and antibiotics and a lot of love (her vet is our good friend). Twenty-four hours were not enough. Another night away from home. Blessedly, forty-eight hours seem to have been enough.
Frida is twelve. I was terrified. Lacey had to be away through much of Frida’s hospital stay. Alone, I distracted myself with work, cleaning, cooking, exercising and listening to music. Time passed. Lacey came home. Our neighbor accepted when we invited ourselves to her home. We slept. We woke up. Our friend called and said Frida was ready to come home. The good kind of tears now.
She is home, eating, drinking and sleeping. Today we’ll offer her a short walk. My sincerest thanks to all who offered encouragement, good thoughts and prayers. Expert care and your magic seem to have done the trick. I’ll close so I can be with my girls.
Please take care!