Hershey's Lullaby (Update for Today)
Hershey loves to eat everything and anything. He got into a trash bag yesterday, and consumed all of the old corn on the cob. And I mean old. My first worry was a possible issue with eating old food. My second was that corn, especially cobs, can lead to bloat.
He didn't poop yesterday. He didn't want to do anything today. Anything, as in drink Ensure with me, or pee, or shit, or leave a room I was in. He didn't drink any water. Bathroom breaks? Meh. He curled up on the rug right under my feet, pressing himself into my ankles. I sung his lullaby for him.
I didn't know what to do. Should I call the vet and bring him in, just in case he had an obstruction? Should I lie down in bed so he can have my heating pad? I resolved to do the ultimate bowel-stimulating thing in my arsenal. I sucked down some heavy (prescribed!) narcotics, donned Jeff's green pullover, and took Hershey for a walk down the alley.
Walkies! It's been over two years!!! It's raining!! Oh well!!!
He has several piss and shit spots alone the alley. He opted to take a regularly scheduled pee stop. Okay, one problem solved. And two blocks later, we had poop!
(The neighborhood is going to hell. So many yards that were always well-manicured are now brimming with weeds, seed trees, and garbage. It saddens me.)
Hershey drank some water once we were home. He's still feeling out of sorts and follows me from room to room. I sit, he hits my ankles. I sit in my office, he hops into the Bular chair and positions himself so his head is closest to me. He's my baby, and he's not out of the woods yet. And it could be that he senses my pain. He's my shadow. He's always near when I hit at least an 8 on that useless pain scale.
My original Hershey's Lullaby was on October 9, 2022. I felt it's a good thing to repost here.
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| Remember how young I was! |
Did you know I have my own lullaby, Daddy? Momma sings it to me sometimes when we're in the office an' I'm snuggled in the chair, and she sits on the floor and presses herself against my head and reminds me that we should never, ever give up on a rescued dog. 'Cause I peed a lot, remember? And I still drink lots of water, and my first new home threw me away because of that.
But I pee less, and the scars from the burn on my thigh have almost gone away. I'm all grown up. I'm even starting to get grey fur on my muzzle. That's okay. I still love hearing my own lullaby.
My favorite part is this one, and you know it is because I start wagging the tip of my tail when she sings it:
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All of those people who scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you
From your head, down to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Sweet as can be
Baby of mine
Yeah, it's a good song. I love you guys.