Black Clouds

You ever have one of those times in life where things seems to keep going wrong? While I can't say "everything" has gone wrong, a lot of important things have. Yesterday, Kokomo, our almost-nine-year-old golden retriever suffered what appeared to be a stroke. He head was tilted, she couldn't stay on her feet, and she flailed her limbs in an attempted to stand up.

Mercifully, the kids had gotten home from school, but Wayne was in the middle of a MAJOR work meeting with a potentially huge client. There was no way I could call him, but I knew I had to act fast. Sam ran around to our neighbors at breakneck speed to find help in getting Kokomo to the vet. The lady with the kids Sam babysits was heading down the street to us when the lady across the street who rescues dogs bundled up her granddaughter, backed her SUV up to our yard, and removed the back end's contents to our yard so there was room for Kokomo.

We couldn't lift the 85-plus pound dog, so Linda whistled for some guys who were working on a yard down the way to give us an assist. We finally got to the vet, a man we all trust implicitly. The technician came out to carry Koko in--to the room we had let Pixel go in exactly two weeks before. Turns out there are two things that could cause Kokomo's immobility, so they're keeping her in a padded kennel for observation. I call for an update later this morning. But I swear, this whole animal thing really gets me down. Their adoption days are some of my happiest memories, and then there's this. Sickness and potentially heart-breaking decisions to be made. Again.

Take care,
Jill Freeze
http://www.JillFreeze.com