At last report, I had three sleeps to go and much left to do. I pick up this story two days later. In the meantime, I had managed to collect together a few things and continue to work on my lists. They were shaping up nicely. I had, by this point, printed everything I thought I would need from my planning sites and put them into a small three ring binder with page protectors. This is important. For some reason.
Some of my DIS friends will remember that about two weeks before my trip my dog had an "episode." She was perfectly fine and bouncing around one day, then the next she was completely down and severely anemic. No easy explanation could be found. No worms, no parasites, no ticks, no parvovirus. I feared poisoning, but that was never mentioned as a possibility by the vet. After laying down @ $200.00 for the initial work-up, the next step was going to be some VERY expensive tests. My love for my dog is great. However, I am also pragmatic. And my father is a veterinarian. He lives only 6 hours away. If my dog needs very expensive tests, I think it makes sense to take her to him for those very expensive tests, which he will do for free, making them much less expensive.
The decision was made jointly (with my father) to take my dog away from my local vet and bring her to my dad. But then she improved drastically. And suddenly. Rather like how she got sick. She then seemed to be doing fine, but was reluctant to eat her regular food. She was pampered for a few days, then I started working her regular food back into her diet. Which she resisted.
As I was preparing for this trip, I made arrangements for a neighbor's teenager to feed and water our dog while we were away. I warned them of her episode, and was leaving all contact information in case something happened. I decided to change her food. I continued to prepare for our trip. On Vacation minus one day, I ran errands in the morning, including stopping by the PetSmart for a different food for her.
I was supposed to be packing and cleaning on Thursday. Instead, I said goodbye to a friend. I went home just before lunch to do what I needed to do and found that my beloved golden friend had died.
This was the shadow that preceded our vacation.
All that can be said is that, if I was to lose her, that it is better to lose her while I was there than if we were already in Florida.
Rest in Peace GeorgiaAristodog. You will be missed.
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