Animal Emergency Care

My angel siblings here at the Rainbow Bridge and I have been on pins and needles for the past few hours while our baby brother on earth had his first accident resulting in a trip to Animal Emergency Care. Oh, my God Levi cried so loudly when he accidentally got his paw rolled over by our dad's wheelchair! And here I thought he was doing such a good job learning to stay a safe distance away.

When he tried to walk afterwards, his leg gave out on him and he went face down on the floor. It was SO hard to watch! He looked like a drunk every time he'd tried to take a step. In no time at all Mom whisked him from the floor and off they went to the hospital. A set of x-rays later and a lot of sympathy, Levi was back home in two hours, but not without getting a few drugs that made him act really odd-ball when he was leaving the hospital, pooping and peeing all at once and dragging his butt on the pavement. Mom was really scared! It was a reaction to the pain injection he was given and something else they gave so they could do the x-rays without him moving.

Mom took him home and he spent several hours in bed except for one slow-as-molasses trip to the living room to see if he could find Dad. Levi didn't have any broken bones but two of his toes are pretty sore and he'll be on pain pains the rest of the weekend, if Mom gives them to him. She's kind of afraid to after seeing his reaction to the pain injection. Later on, we all knew he was feeling better when he started chewing on his hospital blanket.

Watching this all unfold made me feel bad for Mom and Dad and guilty for all the times I was rushed off to doggie emergency when I was a puppy. Once while I was in my time-out cage I managed to get my flea collar off and eat everything but the buckle. Once I ate a cork coaster, and one time I got my leg and belly burned. That time, my dad had put a cup of coffee on the floor and I thought it looked like fun to play in. So I stuck my paw all the way down to the bottom of the cup and then pulled it up quick to my belly. Mom put got me in some cold water and then off we all rushed to the animal hospital, me crying all the way. For a while there, the hospital people knew me on a first name basis.

Levi's pain will be short-lived, I know that. Like my angel brother Jason says bad
times teach us all to be more appreciative of the joys in life. But still, it doesn't seem fair that a helpless little puppy has to learn about pain at such a tender age. I think I'll mosey on over to Philosophy Square where the wisest of the wise old dogs up here debate the meaning of life, death and everything in between and beyond. Maybe they can help me understand why bad things have to happen. ©
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