We have our very own Energizer Bunny here. I knew it. But I didn’t know it. You know what I mean?
Maybe I should ‘splain myself.
Yesterday we put the life of our very old, very sweet, very tough, rescued Chocolate Labrador Buck into the hands of a very competent, very capable, very willing veterinarian. And then turned the outcome over to the Universe. Sort of. I did tussle with it a bit (and ended up with a migraine that is still lingering this morning for my troubles), then lit a candle, asked the Goddess to watch over our buddy and give the surgeon steady hands, and tried to let it go. It was a back and forth all day until I could sit on the floor last night with my Buckster and hold his face in my hands.
Buck came to us in July 2009, after I saw him walking in the Fourth of July parade in Saratoga with a friend who was trying to find him a forever home. Buck was skin and bones, had been living in an animal shelter in Casper for approximately a year, and turned his soulful, penetrating gaze on me that morning. I fell for him with everything I had. I called the dear husband and said we had to try. The dear husband is a dear man for a reason and said yes. We planned on “trying” Buck with us for the weekend. The little toddler and I went to the shelter in Saratoga and picked him up and never took him back. He worked his way into our hearts and has been truly a gift from the Universe.
I could go on and on about what an outstanding canine he is. But the migraine from yesterday still has its hold on me and the letters on the screen are starting to get fuzzy.
We had to make a decision this last week to sort of play Russian roulette. Buck had two growths that I’ve been watching for a couple of years now. They went berserk in the last six weeks or so and we were faced with doing something to get rid of them or waiting for something more disastrous to happen. We found a competent, caring, compassionate veterinarian (aren’t we all???) who agreed to try.
And who succeeded. Buck is home safe and sound. The aftercare will prove to be the key I am sure. It always is the hardest part. He abhors the plastic cone. And why wouldn’t he? Would you want to wear that around 24/7? So I took it off about midnight and laid down on the floor with him, ready to grab his leg if he started to scratch at his eye. He slept well. Me? Not so much.
But he’s alive. And home. So a few sleepless nights? A migraine? Small potatoes for some more earthly time with this magnificent soul. For those of you who don’t know Buck I apologize for you never meeting. For those of you who do know Buck, consider yourselves lucky to be acquainted with a truly, truly remarkable spiritual being having a canine experience.
I am grateful to the Universe this beautiful September morn.