Good news on both fronts!
Remember the crazy woman who bought two of my budgies? Well, now she’s selling my second budgie (Calypso) along with a third unknown budgie.
I’m not quite sure what to do. I’m delighted to know that Calypso is alive and he’s got a girlfriend. However, I sold her two budgies and a cage for $50 because I had four budgies and three cages, and it was just too much. I bought one budgie and cage back for $25. If I buy these two, I’ll end up with FIVE budgies and FOUR cages, and be $75 out of pocket.
As for Sam, the demented dog, I was tired of ranting about how bad it was. Meanwhile, the vet prescribed stronger painkillers and sedatives, and Sam kept having anxiety attacks, but clumsy, slow-motion anxiety attacks with his eyes rolling around in his head. He would climb compulsively in and out of the bathtub, but he was so stoned he was *falling* in and out. The attacks would go on all night.
I was seriously considering euthanasia, but I asked the vet if he had anything else in his bag of tricks. He prescribed an anti-depressant/anti-anxiety medication called Clomicalm. It’s supposed to take a week or more to start taking effect, and Sam just started taking it yesterday. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but he didn’t have any attacks yesterday evening, and he made it almost through the night without one. He did have one at 4:30 this morning, but it was mild and brief. It was by far the best night we’d had in well over a month. Tonight he seems fine so far….relaxed, comfortable, happy.
I love falling asleep at night and waking up in the morning, and I love being able to look at my dog without feeling either sorry for him or pissed off at him. I think Sam loves being able to walk straight.
Life is good. Today I bought 7 cacti, a geranium, a dracena and a peace plant, and a whack of clay pots and soil and fertilizer. Spring is coming. A good night’s sleep was all I needed.
I am so happy to hear both pieces of news! And about your new green thumb.
Thanks Julia…unfortunately I celebrated too soon about the dog’s miraculous recovery. He has been backsliding ever since. This morning I woke up to him stepping INTO my mouth and splitting my lip. He wouldn’t take his paw out of my mouth either, and it tasted awful. I finally had to push him off me, and then he snarled at me. We aren’t good buddies today I’m afraid.
Oh dear – fat lip, green thumb.
As I said before, you will know that “the time” arrives for your poor dog and poor you to make the decision. Sometimes, it’s a mercy.
Good luck on the job front too.