Friday, August 25, 2006



Chris and I just got back from five hours at Portland's 24 hour emergency pet hospital, Dove Lewis. It was a harrowing night, but so far, everything is going to be fine.

We were enjoying a seared tuna and eggplant grill-fest with Will, who is, I must say, so much fun, when Marissa came to the backdoor. She called me up to her and said "Sappho's on the front porch and I think something's wrong with her." She was right. Sappho was cowering in a corner of the porch, between the chair and the wall, and she was "Mao, mao mao, mao"-ing and couldn't stand up on her hind legs. I freaked out. Marissa got Chris, I put Charlie, our new dog in his kennel, got the kitty carrier, and called Dove Lewis (doing a Google Local search for it with tears and a highly rosy face). Then we got in the car, with Sappho in her carrier, and went.

The triage vet tech, once she saw how upset and in pain our little pumpkin was, took her in the back right away, to give her pain medication. Then, two and a half hours later, after waiting in the brightly lit and mild hectic waiting room (with Thomas Lauderdale (SP?) from Pink Martini, whose senior dog also couldn't stand up, but for different reasons), we got to see Sappho again.

Her pupils were so dilated from the drugs that it was easy to see the flash of green you see in a cat's eyes at night--that glow, so ghostly. She smelled bad--poop--but was quiet. She wanted to get in the smallest corner of the room. Our vet, a young woman with pink and brown hair and tattoos, was amazing, and kept apologizing for the wait. She recommended a radiograph and explained the situation.

It turns out, after a lot of tests, that she has a soft tissue injury on her back left leg. We have pain killers for her, and we have to watch or confine her for ten days. She's hiding under the bed right now, but I gave her a sardine to eat.

I sort of can't believe how hysterical I was, and how quickly I took care of a bunch of things, and how long Chris and I waited. (I sent him home at eleven to let Charlie out and check on Athena. They are both fine, though Athena is a little spooked.)

I'm home now, we all are, and I took a shower, and so did Chris, and I just want to go to sleep.

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