I should be waking up in Maine 🌲. As I open my eyes in the morning light, I roll over in bed to look out the window at the water and I feel deep gratitude for the immense beauty before me. The sea. The snow. Even the wind.
I’m sipping my coffee listening to all the dogs in my NJ neighborhood sound their morning alarms. I’m hoping my little fur angel, Lily starts to improve. Visits to two different animal hospitals yesterday were exhausting. The first we left after hours of sitting in a packed waiting room watching vet techs scurry around as more and more triage cases came through the door… pets that needed to move ahead of the line and I was grateful that wasn’t us.
When we got home, Lily let me know she was NOT OK. She walked but then curled up in her crate, head tucked down into the curve of her body like she was trying to make the world go away. Not wanting to play and seeming to be in pain.
Last night, after a 2.5 hour wait to at hospital #2, we left with meds for back pain and intestinal disrupt. Lilly let me know she still wasn’t well by emptying her stomach all over the seat on the way home and then giving the flower bed some watery fertilizer,
The medicine should work and she should improve today. 🙏🐶🩹
✈️ If all works out I’ll land in Bangor late tonight and stay an extra day.
I’m not sure what the message 🪐 or a lesson is in all of this and I’m curious to hear what everyone else thinks. Why does a long needed R&R trip to my favorite place in the 🌎 turn into one more test of patience and endurance❓ Hello God, its me Lynn, wanting to know.
