Rigby and me
At 5:30am he started scratching at the door again so Pat got up with him this time. I got dressed so I could go outside and see what was going on. He was just laying in grass breathing heavy. I sat on the grass with him petting him and telling him that everything. He scared me really badly.
We went inside and I gave him some water with ice cubes in it and he seemed to like that. Then I hooked him up and took him out the front for a short walk. Usually he wants to stay outside but he didn't want to this morning. We walked for a short time but he turned around and took me home. I offered him a doggy treat and he took it. It was the first sign that he was going to be alright and believe me, I was happy to see that.
Rigby is such a good boy
After my yoga practice I fixed Rigby his breakfast which he snubbed. Very unusual. I also fixed my breakfast which he normally begs for and he wasn't interested. Hmmm...what to do? I remembered that I had some turkey breast in the fridge and he loves it so I offered him a small piece and he took it. He ended up eating the whole thing. I put some in his food and he ate that too.
He is still not feeling his best but I can tell he is MUCH better than he was before. I remember saying to him "you're only three years old. The universe wouldn't do that to me again so soon. You are not Mac." I'm happy to say that he proved me right. After all, he is my son just like Mac was.
Mac and me
I would like to mention that my good friend Richard Simmons unexpectedly lost his beloved dalmation Dolly yesterday. I remember how it felt when Mac died. I want to let Richard know that I am thinking of him today. He will be on QVC and I'm sure he will be his usual "court jester" on the outside but crying on the inside. I love you, Richard. I'm so sorry about Dolly.
3 comments:
Rigby is beautiful.
I always dread when I see a dog eating grass, I get a sick and heavly feeling in my stomach.
Our vets and breeder told us when our doggies get sick to feed them rice and hamburger. I forget the ratio, but when they turn up their nose at their normal food, they will eat the rice.
I am so sad for Richard, too. I'm watching the clock so I don't miss him this afternoon. I kept thinking that his plane ride yesterday must have been pure hell for him.
hey keep me posted about the babe..sorry to hear he wasn't feeling well this morning. hope he is starting to feel better
I'm glad you finally got to this level of understanding of Rigby. He will never be Mac, but Mac will never be Rigby either.
Losing a dog is awful. I'm staring down the barrel of that gun myself right now, as you know. The only thing to do, though, is to keep loving them until it's time for them to leave us. And then, I hope, get another dog.
Love,
Laura
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