This morning as I was lying in bed before I got up, I was thinking happy thoughts about visiting my son with a lasagna and chocolate cake, his choices for Christmas dinner. (I always prefer to cook in my own kitchen. It's no problem to heat up the food later.) When I got up and came out of my room, my little dog wasn't waiting at the door, nor did she jump up to go outside. She stayed snuggled in her blankets on the sofa. Even though that's unusual, I wasn't too worried. I went in the kitchen and made coffee, and then Mazie started crying. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. She did go outside and eat her treat afterwards, but she wasn't acting right and she kept looking at me and whining -- again, unusual.
When the vet's office opened, I called and got an early appointment. She moped in the car, paying little attention to what was going on outside. I carried her in wrapped in a blanket, and she let me hold her like a baby; she hardly ever does that. It turned out she had hurt her lower back and was having sciatica in addition to the back pain. The doctor prescribed some medicine and said to keep her still for the next week. At first she said travel would be okay, but when she learned I'd be alone in the car -- with no one to help keep Mazie calm -- she said it probably wouldn't be a good idea. I thought I would cry! Not only was my little dog in pain, but I wouldn't be seeing my son for Christmas. I pouted like a baby.
My son decided to drive up here. He knew that the reason I hadn't gone up north was that I didn't want him to be alone for Christmas, so there was no way he was going to let me be alone. He's on his way now. Mazie is resting in her "pocket", a bed she can crawl inside. She's been there most of the day. It's been a weird time, but we'll have a nice Christmas anyway, even if it's different from what we had intended. Merry Christmas to all of you too!
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