Yesterday I was planning on writing a post today about harvesting a chicken. It’s the ethical killing of a chicken that is very sick. It’s not something that I ever want to do but I hope that when the time comes, I have enough sense and strength to be able to put an animal out of it’s misery. No one wants to see an animal suffer.
It’s funny how life throws you a lesson when you’re not looking.
One of our flock members is not doing well and I fear the worst.
It’s Nessa Rose, our 5 year old Maltese. She’s been listing lately when she sits or stands. Nothing major, one day she’d be quiet, the next day she’d be fine. Yesterday, I made an appointment for this morning to take her to the vets at 11:30.
But when Logan got up this morning, he found that she couldn’t walk,
or get up,
or eat food.
I’m not a vet (I only play one on the internet) but I know a catastrophic failure when I see one.
So now I’m waiting for a call from the vets. I’m a little torn here. I know that some people would take their dogs to the ends of the world in order to get them health care. I read yesterday about one guy who spent 7000 dollars in Boston repairing a rip in a puppy’s throat.
We don’t have 7000 dollars to spend on a dog.
As a writer, I’ve long protested the care that some of these animals receive when there are children (Children!) in the U.S. who have no healthcare and no medical treatment. It’s not fair.
But then, we’re talking about our dog. My dog. The one I got when I found out I had needed (yet again) another operation.
Oh sure, she’s been a handful (never, NEVER buy a puppy from a mall store, like I did on impulse). She’s even bitten some people and by all rights should have been put down years ago.
But instead, if someone came to the door, we’d hold her, or put her outside. We did what we had to do to keep her in our flock.
But now, I’m looking at something entirely different. Something has happened to this dog, it looks like a stroke of some sort. I’ve looked at the prices for emergency care and to be perfectly honest, I can’t justify 1500 dollars for a medical procedure when we have kids who are in the midst of severe health problems themselves. Even with insurance, we have to juggle to keep up with their expenses.
Nessa appears to be comfortable, her ears move when I rub them, and when I call her name, they perk up a little. When I take her to the water bowl she drinks water, but I have to keep her head from falling in.
So it becomes a waiting game.
I wait for the vet.
I wait for something to be determined.
I wait for what I think will be a very difficult evening in our little flock.