This post will probably be a convoluted mess with no real point . . . pretty much like every other post . . . so hang tight, y’all . . .
Yesterday was a day I’ve been dreading . . . because I have useless stuff stuck in my head most of the time . . . and I realized that July 20, 2019 was the five and a half year mark of the day of Prince Charming’s Death . . . trying to be an optimist . . . I tried to focus on the fact that it’s also the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon mission . . . and Prince Charming LOVED all things space related (he watched the NASA channel for fun!) so I thought I could get through the day focusing on the space mission and not on Prince Charming being gone . . .
It worked . . . until I got out of bed yesterday . . . and saw that Rocky was a bit “wobbly” and having some problems getting around. Okay, he’s 10, has arthritis and has trouble getting around sometimes but never as bad as yesterday morning. The look on his face broke my heart. A mix of “WTF?” and “Mom, help me!” . . . and I went straight to panic mode . . .
He was FINE when we went to bed!! WTF happened overnight!?
Maybe he has heat stroke (he’s been inside in the AC!)
Maybe he had a stroke! (oh shit!)
We go downstairs. Millie’s noticed he’s “not right” and is tormenting him. He’s struggling to get down the stairs. He’s struggling to go outside. He does his business but it’s hard for him to be steady enough to finish.
Bad word, bad word, bad word. “Prince Charming you are NOT taking Rocky today! I need him more than you do!” was muttered under my breath a lot. Then I called Lovely Vet and got an appointment to have him take a look at Rocky. The appointment was at 10:30 am . . . a full two hours AFTER I first noticed the symptoms.
Rocky gave me sad eyes, didn’t want to eat his breakfast, and stayed in front of the AC vent in the kitchen. He did get up and move around a bit and each time he was less wobbly and steadier on his feet. I almost cancelled the appointment but decided it was better to be safe than sorry . . .
Off we go to the appointment . . . and Rocky gets into the car like a champ . . . and Rocky explores the yard at the vet’s office and hikes his leg and pees on the flowers in the vet’s flower bed . . . and struts into the vets office like the super star he is . . .
“Darn you, Rocky. Making a liar out of me!”
I explain the problems I saw earlier today to the lovely vet tech. He doesn’t laugh at me for being overly cautious. Lovely vet comes in the room and doesn’t laugh at me for being overly cautious. Lovely Vet does a full and thorough exam and determines that it’s possibly a simple arthritis flare-up. Adjusts Rocky’s meds. Gives him a shot of something to help ease the pain in his joints. Tells me to come back if things get worse.
Most importantly, he tells me I wasn’t wrong for bringing Rocky to see him . . .
So I apologized to Prince Charming for thinking he wanted to take Rocky . . . when he was actually using Rocky to help me get through what I thought was going to be a rough day.
By the way . . . the added meds and the shot to help Rocky’s joints have worked wonders. Rocky’s acting like a puppy again . . . and wants to go out to play . . . during an excessive heat warning . . .
Bless his heart