i won't share the disgusting details but cocoa is having some scary digestion issues. there are some streaks of red. she's had this before and it's resolved by the next day. but this is off and on for a few days now and...
so of course i called the Vet and they can see her tomorrow or i can just drop off a lovely sample.
this is scaring the shit out of me. i've been struggling since ella fitzgerald died in july. and cocoa is almost 10 years old. the poor girl. when she's quiet for a long time, i poke at her, just a little bit, to make sure she is alive. i haven't been going out and about for several days. it's not good. so i've been putting her through her paces with her tricks and my treats. she gets so excited and delighted and i'm thrilled for her, for both of us, but then i worry that it's too much for her and i will wake up and she will be gone. the way ella was.
but then i wave gary's toy around -- it's a long stick with some gorgeously colored feathers tied on the end of a long string/rope. tied very securely so he can't pull them off and eat them -- and cocoa humps him 5 or 6 times while he's playing with it. she lies right on him but he could care less, between his focus on the feathers and his not being a pack animals, he's focused and fine. and cocoa's happy about dominating him. over and over again.
so the good news is that i'm compensating for not getting C out and i'm exercising her and my kitten and giving myself a mild workout in the process -- because i STILL do not have referrals to the physical therapy place and my knees are fucking messed up and yada yada yada... it's so easy with gary. i just wave the thing back and forth and up and down and all around and he latches on the feathers with great glee and then i whip them out of his grasp... if only all of God's Creatures were so easy to please. right?
okay, so cocoa is doing poorly and i'm scared so i call the vet and get the receptionist, who is a lovely person.
we are new to this facility so i explain that gary cooper has been seen there but not my dog Cocoa Chanel. and i repeat that a few times because she's having a problem with the information for some reason. then she says, "listen i want to be sensitive here but our records show that cocoa chanel is deceased."
i burst out laughing and said, so it's an I see Dead People Thang?
and she's so relieved that i wasn't delusional and i'm so glad that i know why she was so freaked out. and we laugh for several minutes and it was a miracle and a blessing because it diffused some of my worry and fear.
and i always feel better about something challenging when there is a concrete action to be taken and something pro-active that i can do. cocoa is eating her food. she's obviously distressed because she is mostly hanging out in her crate, as dogs do when they are under the weather. and i will leave her deposit at the Vet's office tomorrow and pray that this is an aberration. that she just ate something funky. and that she won't be leaving me any time soon.