Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Update.

Thank you for all of your prayers and good wishes and light and energy. I was reeling last night, and spend the evening slashing carpet and scraping at the floor, and it really did help. Murphy slept next to me all night, on his back, snoring, like he didn't have a care in the world. He woke lethargic, but was able to be persuaded to eat some chicken for breakfast (it took remarkably little persuasion, and seconds were offered and consumed). He followed it with his antibiotic-and-cheese snack, and another cube of cheese for good measure. But between the feedings he took to his cushion, and I tried twice to get him to go for a walk, and he was having none of that nonsense. He actually came to get the leash clipped on, then stood there, thinking, and refused to move. I unclipped him, and he went right back to his bed.

Tonight he greeted me at the door, did a subdued but passable imitation of his usual Mommy Greeting, went out to hunt lizards, and came in to eat chicken. He's sleeping again. We will try a walk later, after dinner has a chance to settle.

Tomorrow I drop him for the ultrasound at 7:30, and go in to the office for a half day. I told my boss what was going on, and bless him, he totally "got it" - he and his wife are animal people too, and he understands how hard this is, to see a beloved friend sick. I told the boss that I will be utterly useless at the office, and need to leave early to get him as soon as the test is over. No problem.

I am holding out hope that it's a benign something just giving him discomfort. Murphy is not one to suffer pain gracefully - a leaf stuck to his paw on a walk leads to his holding up the paw and looking pitiful. So while I don't think he's feeling like himself (DUH!) I also don't think he's in pain.

Whatever it is, we will deal with it. But Goddamn, I am so fucking sick of Dealing With It.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yeah, I'd be fucking sick of dealing with it too. :-(

Doggeh mojo for Murphy! Thank God for nice bosses.

Janet

Janet said...

Fingers crossed for you and Murphy. And a prayer to St. Francis for good measure. (I'm not Catholic, but I think he'll understand.)

Another Janet (in San Diego)

Ginnie said...

I am crossing my finger and saying a prayer for Murphy. I don't have dogs anymore, or rather, at this time, but I live vicariously through other peoples' dogs. I have enjoyed you and Murphy for a long time. I wish you all well.

Anonymous said...

Oh damn. I will be thinking the best thoughts for the Murph...

Kimmen

Catherine said...

I won't do a Further Update - but he's basically a subdued version of his usual self. We just took a brief walk in the rain, in which his leg was hiked a couple of times and many sniffs were sniffed, until he registered that, Oh, shit, it's raining, isn't it? And we retreated. But he's still asking to go out, taking care of business, deciding when he's tired of getting wet and heading home, and does not appear to be in distress. I have not given up.

And Boychild, as usual, talked me down from my ledge. I went from borderline hysteria/exhaustion/givin up, to yeah, we all shall deal.

caroline said...

still sending all is well juju for you both.

Joan said...

Me too.

Jane said...

You're on my juju list for today, C and M.

Daisy-Winifred said...

As long time reader, almost always lurker just wanted to say my two dog friends and I have all been sending good wishes to you and Murphy and continue to do so.

Bess said...

thank goodness your boss is on the same page. When you move on to a new job - let us hope you can take him with you. Gentle pets to Murphy and hugs to you