I fear that Jiggs is taking a turn for the worse.
It is not just the heat; though, that is a factor.
Age is simply having its way with him.
On Monday afternoon, it was almost as if an internal switch turned off. He had no interest in any of his food. He would not leave the house for his usual walk. He would bark frantically if I left the room.
I thought a cortisone shot would help. But I ended up in the same predicament that I experienced last month: I could not find a veterinarian. I still have not seen the English-speaking veterinarian that so many people recommend. And, even if my Spanish was perfect, I could not find a Spanish-speaking veterinarian, either.
Jiggs did calm down when I got him in the truck to go look for a veterinarian. I don't know if it was the air conditioning or his belief that FINALLY we were going back to his house in Salem.
When I got home with him and took him out of the truck, he seemed to have dropped another step on the life ladder.
I am writing this because some of you care a lot about Jiggs. And, if this is the inevitable, I may be away from the keyboard for a bit.
Tonight, I will sleep on the floor with him. And tomorrow -- we shall see.
The only moment I have is the one before me, and I will live it before tomorrow comes.
It is not just the heat; though, that is a factor.
Age is simply having its way with him.
On Monday afternoon, it was almost as if an internal switch turned off. He had no interest in any of his food. He would not leave the house for his usual walk. He would bark frantically if I left the room.
I thought a cortisone shot would help. But I ended up in the same predicament that I experienced last month: I could not find a veterinarian. I still have not seen the English-speaking veterinarian that so many people recommend. And, even if my Spanish was perfect, I could not find a Spanish-speaking veterinarian, either.
Jiggs did calm down when I got him in the truck to go look for a veterinarian. I don't know if it was the air conditioning or his belief that FINALLY we were going back to his house in Salem.
When I got home with him and took him out of the truck, he seemed to have dropped another step on the life ladder.
I am writing this because some of you care a lot about Jiggs. And, if this is the inevitable, I may be away from the keyboard for a bit.
Tonight, I will sleep on the floor with him. And tomorrow -- we shall see.
The only moment I have is the one before me, and I will live it before tomorrow comes.
