|The shaved square patch for Muffy's EKG|
The vet called me yesterday and explained that Muffy's EKG looked good and there were no signs of any seizures. In the background I could hear her familiar....
"That sounds like her?" I asked the vet.
"Oh yes," she said, "she is one of our most vocal patients. She is also however, very anxious here in this environment and I fear she may not be getting the rest she needs. If you would like to pick her up in an hour or so, that would be fine."
"Oh, thank you," I said, "my boys will be so happy to have her back home. As will I."
"I can understand, she is so very sweet," she said
|Her shaved leg where an IV was attached|
I thanked the vet and picked up Muffy after school.... with Weston and Nicholas in tote. Sure enough, as we entered the animal hospital, all we could hear was....
We brought her home amidst a flurry of wet doggy kisses and a furiously wagging tail!
Despite Muffy's sullen appearance, we have removed all of the Easter chocolate from our home!
Muffy's sad discourse has reminded me of my younger days when I enjoyed transforming my mother's house into a temporary field hospital for injured animals. And although I have gotten older with the passage of time, I guess not much has changed.