all in the midst of being done I left school pretty worn out. So as I trotted along to the bus I checked my phone to see what time it was and to my surprise there was a text from Max to call him soon. Unfortunately he had to take Lucy into the vet today because her scar from having a benign tumor removed had a lump that was oozing (that is all I will say cause I don't want to make anyone sick!). All I could think about the rest of the afternoon was what if? What if the crazy sweetheart of a lab (that was once so tiny, as you see on the first day she arrived and finally became ours) has a tumor again? And what if it's not benign? The thought still puts tears in my eyes. The happiest dog in the world doesn't deserve to have to endure a painful test of strength yet again. And she definitely doesn't want to wear a doggy halo again, since we went through two of them after the last surgery...both ending up in pieces on the back porch with a little help from my in-laws Corgies. Some people think that because a dog is a dog that they just don't hold the same place in our hearts as humans. I am sorry but Lucy is like my child. Possibly the only type of child I will get to experience in this lifetime, and what happens to her....happens to me. Her big eyes and tail, that never seems to relax and take a day off from wagging, is all I need to make my day a happy one. So when I called the veterinarian later this afternoon to find out how things were going I got quite a shock. "Simply a cheat grass that was buried into her skin and got inflamed", "Are you sure?"...I said. "Yep, she is ready to be picked up". Oh thank god was all I could think. The little one is okay. A little groggy from the medication but her tail was wagging happily again. I could burn everything I make in class tomorrow and still be happy. Lucy was okay. And I bet she was happy she didn't have to wear the stupid doggy halo again.
Showing posts with label A Little Scare. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A Little Scare
So today after working my butt off at school to get my apple pie bars, lemon meringue tarts (it's about time!), new york cheesecake bars, and finally my maple walnut tarts all in the midst of being done I left school pretty worn out. So as I trotted along to the bus I checked my phone to see what time it was and to my surprise there was a text from Max to call him soon. Unfortunately he had to take Lucy into the vet today because her scar from having a benign tumor removed had a lump that was oozing (that is all I will say cause I don't want to make anyone sick!). All I could think about the rest of the afternoon was what if? What if the crazy sweetheart of a lab (that was once so tiny, as you see on the first day she arrived and finally became ours) has a tumor again? And what if it's not benign? The thought still puts tears in my eyes. The happiest dog in the world doesn't deserve to have to endure a painful test of strength yet again. And she definitely doesn't want to wear a doggy halo again, since we went through two of them after the last surgery...both ending up in pieces on the back porch with a little help from my in-laws Corgies. Some people think that because a dog is a dog that they just don't hold the same place in our hearts as humans. I am sorry but Lucy is like my child. Possibly the only type of child I will get to experience in this lifetime, and what happens to her....happens to me. Her big eyes and tail, that never seems to relax and take a day off from wagging, is all I need to make my day a happy one. So when I called the veterinarian later this afternoon to find out how things were going I got quite a shock. "Simply a cheat grass that was buried into her skin and got inflamed", "Are you sure?"...I said. "Yep, she is ready to be picked up". Oh thank god was all I could think. The little one is okay. A little groggy from the medication but her tail was wagging happily again. I could burn everything I make in class tomorrow and still be happy. Lucy was okay. And I bet she was happy she didn't have to wear the stupid doggy halo again.
all in the midst of being done I left school pretty worn out. So as I trotted along to the bus I checked my phone to see what time it was and to my surprise there was a text from Max to call him soon. Unfortunately he had to take Lucy into the vet today because her scar from having a benign tumor removed had a lump that was oozing (that is all I will say cause I don't want to make anyone sick!). All I could think about the rest of the afternoon was what if? What if the crazy sweetheart of a lab (that was once so tiny, as you see on the first day she arrived and finally became ours) has a tumor again? And what if it's not benign? The thought still puts tears in my eyes. The happiest dog in the world doesn't deserve to have to endure a painful test of strength yet again. And she definitely doesn't want to wear a doggy halo again, since we went through two of them after the last surgery...both ending up in pieces on the back porch with a little help from my in-laws Corgies. Some people think that because a dog is a dog that they just don't hold the same place in our hearts as humans. I am sorry but Lucy is like my child. Possibly the only type of child I will get to experience in this lifetime, and what happens to her....happens to me. Her big eyes and tail, that never seems to relax and take a day off from wagging, is all I need to make my day a happy one. So when I called the veterinarian later this afternoon to find out how things were going I got quite a shock. "Simply a cheat grass that was buried into her skin and got inflamed", "Are you sure?"...I said. "Yep, she is ready to be picked up". Oh thank god was all I could think. The little one is okay. A little groggy from the medication but her tail was wagging happily again. I could burn everything I make in class tomorrow and still be happy. Lucy was okay. And I bet she was happy she didn't have to wear the stupid doggy halo again.
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