Last night the cab never showed
up so I took it as a sign of hope.
Raj endured his hydrated food mixture and super-charged antibiotics like a real trooper. And he was in pain. A lot of pain. The vet at the 24 Hour Emergency Clinic remembered me from Calvin and suggested I have pain meds on hand for times like these.
For when the cab doesn't show up.
Then I "got" to give those other three scoundrels their antibiotics.
Bhindi's mouth was nearly impossible to even find beneath
his swirly-fur face and he kept wiggling and shaking his head
back and forth. VinnyGuinea simply slithered effortlessly out
from between my hands and made his escape, running around
looking for Bhindi to play with him. YumYum was grumpy
from his trip to the vet with those two earlier in the day.
By 4:30 a.m. Raj was doing so poorly I still wanted to take
him to the vet but clearly he was not going to last the night.
So, once the little Pirates had all been caught, given their
antibiotics in different doses according to their weight,
all syringes washed thoroughly and laid out to dry,
I tucked Raj beneath the covers next to me for the night.
By this time he was having frequent, painful seizures
but I felt that the two of us all cozy and warm together
in my bed was the best place and way for him to
spend his last night and this morning when I awoke
only a few hours later, he had mercifully gone to
join his brother, Taj, and the rest of the herd.
Nothing remains now but to keep the Pirates from
even getting sick in the first place.
And figuring out how to post your comments here since
a few of my close friends and I have attracted the
undesired attention of a rogue person when we
least need it.
If your comment does not appear here, please re-send it
until I figure it out because even the space between the
letters of every word you write brings us comfort.
And our gratitude dwells in an inexpressible place.