Mary collapsed this morning
One minute she was barking vaguely at a passing dog Roger had seen , and the next minute she was lying on her side in the throws of a fit.
Her gums were blue
I scooped her up and we sat in the kitchen reading chair for an age.
Roger’s nose pressed against my elbow
Watching
And slowly things quietened and her breath came back to normal
By midday she ate a small dinner of casserole beef and drank a beaten egg
She looked tired and had a wee on the living room carpet
This afternoon we listened to music on the couch, her head resting on my neck and I fed her bits of cheese which she took politely
Bun joined us, or was it Weaver ?
I still can’t be sure
Only one cat for the last week
Joni Mitchell sang as we all fell asleep in a heap
Hey ho!
ah..sweet Mary. I'm glad to hear she is a bit better after that unsettling episode. It is difficult to see them become more frail. Joni... I have always loved her -a brilliant songwriter....her voice does not carry quite the crispness and flexibility of her youth...but the depth of her voice remains breathtaking., it's just different. But aren't we all, from what we *were*?
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Xxx
Delete😢 Lee
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DeleteSending gentle hugs to Mary. Frightening for you all. I'm glad she's a little better, for now... xx
ReplyDeleteThank u
DeleteThis sentence killed me
ReplyDelete“ She looked tired and had a wee on the living room carpet”
Hugs
Keith
Xx
Dear Keith , I sort of knew you’d understand the prose
DeleteShe has been so lucky to have you in her life, we all are.
ReplyDeleteHugs x
DeleteShe still has a will to live, to be with you because you’re giving her your love, you big hearted man xx
ReplyDeleteI wish her health and much strength for you John 🩷💐
Also I want to dedicate this poem to Mary:
Sergey Esenin
To Kachalov’s Dog
Give me your paw, Jim, for good luck.
I’ve never seen such paws – not ever.
Let’s sit beneath the moon and bark
at all this boring, noiseless weather.
Give me your paw, Jim, for good luck.
But please, old boy – don’t lick, don’t lick.
Just try and get this simple thing.
Friend, you don’t know what life is like,
and don’t know what it takes to live.
Your master’s kind and widely known;
you’ve had so many guests before –
and, smiling, every one has longed
to pet you, touch your velvet fur.
In your dog’s way, you’re bloody handsome,
with such a kind and trusting face.
And, needing nobody’s permission,
just like a drunk, you kiss and kiss.
Dear Jim, among your guests you’ve had
some of all sorts, some out of sorts.
But she – most silent and most sad –
has she happened to call round, old sport?
If she does come, I give you a command.
Since I’ll be gone, please stare into her eyes
and tenderly, for me, please lick her hand –
for all my faults – and faults that weren’t my fault.
Xxx
Thank you my friend xx
DeleteOh no ! So sad these pets break all our hearts . Sending hugs XBernie
ReplyDeleteThank u bernie
DeleteMary 🙏♥️
ReplyDeletePoor Mary, and poor you and Roger. Even when you know they're going downhill, it's still distressing. Take care.
ReplyDeleteSweet Mary. Rest easy dear girl. She wants to be close. I'm glad you are right there with her.
ReplyDeleteTake care John. This is never easy, I know.
Sweet Mary, I know you and none of us are ready to say good-bye to her, but she's had a wonderful life with you and the pack and you're the best human in her world now and always.
ReplyDeleteMy previous post here seems to have disappeared. Wonder where it went?
Big hugs!