Kramer, my Cocka-poo-poo

Today was one of those days...

Kramer, my 15 yr old Cocka-poo-poo
poochie, is sick. 

His arthritis is acting up and
he is limping. 

A lot.

Friday I called the Vet,
then went by and picked up
additional meds to add to his

daily regime.

He did not improve.

He has had multiple "accidents"

all weekend long, which

is not like him at all.

Today he barely moved at all,

refusing to eat.

More accidents.

I called and made an appointment

at the Vet for 4:00.

My husband reminded me of all

the good years Kramer has had.

He made me promise to call him

from the Vet's office,

IF...

I cried.

On and off all day,

which is totally unlike me.

I usually have no tears,

even when I'm sad.

The time came to go to the Vet.

Kramer would not even get to

his feet to walk to the car.

I picked him up -

and he had wet himself

and was damp "underneath".

It rained all the way to the Vet.

I cried all the way to the Vet.

I saw the Vet.

Tests were run.

There was a simple explanation,

meds, and a shot.

In two days he should be up

to his old tricks.

ME?I have a serious stress headache.

I'm reminded of what my

Mother always says,

"Don't borrow trouble".

She is right.