When they’re ailing, my interpretation skills are stymied. I just want to get on my hands and knees and demand, “Bella! Tell me where it hurts!”
Since her last visit to the vet on June 26 (the day of my SIL’s death) the meds worked for a while. Lately, not. Bella has a new back problem and backs are large and complex. We didn’t encourage her to perform circus antics for two weeks while on meds. My deepest concern was that she didn’t care about the circus anymore.
No ball in mouth. No hula-hoop nearby.
We went to see Dr. Mark today for an emergency appointment. I learned she lost two pounds in two weeks. Brief written report on the statement:
The last thoracic vertebrae is decreased in size. There is a small osteophyte in the left side of the vertebra above this area. I feel with anti-inflammatories (Prednisone) she should heal. She has such good motion and movement that she should heal well. The drugs will increase her thirst and appetite.
I don’t do foreign languages. Whaaaat??? I asked him to splain me in first grade English:
With decreasing dosages of steroids, she’ll be fine. She will play again, circus style.
OK! Now I watch her sleep and would love to swaddle her like an infant. Pets are family members and there is no arguing about it.
Feel better, my lovely Bel Bel. Rest.
I feel queasy and w-w-wweird and v-v-very sleepy. We will play ball later, K, Mommy? (Yeah, right, Bella)
Bella, your Licker half misses you and your silly antics. I think she loves you but she’ll never admit it because she’s Chloe.
Enough emergencies, already!
I just might need to pass on the next one.
Heaven help us :o)
Update tonight at 8:30 p.m.
Chill, Bella. :o)