I wake up at 6:15 am. Willi and Stephen are still fast asleep. I envy them. No matter what I do, I always fall asleep an hour after them, and wake up an hour before them. Then I realize, I am alone…we are all alone, no matter how many people and animals we have around us.
Willi got his x-rays taken yesterday: See-through Willi. It breaks my heart to leave him at the vets; I hope and pray that they are as kind as they seem. What if it’s just a front? What if those girls at my vet’s office are really nothing more than a bunch of Karla Homolkas in disguise? What sinister things am I subjecting my poor animal to? God, the damage that just one psychopath can do.
Willi’s vet throws up his see-through photo of Willi on the light box and shows me that there is essentially nothing wrong with him from what he can see on the x-ray. This is costing me hundreds and hundreds of dollars to find out what is not wrong with my dog. More and more it looks like Inflammatory Bowel Disease. So, the next step is to have him “scoped”. This involves a general anesthetic, sticking a camera and probe down his throat into his stomach and small intestine and taking biopsies. This procedure will undoubtedly cost more hundreds of dollars. None of this bathes me in relief as you can well imagine.
And so new day begins…
