First of all, I just have to get off my chest how I hate the other pregnant teacher at my school. I hate how she saunters around with her rosy glow and round belly. I hate that she alone gets all the special pregnant attention and sweet jokes. I hate how she cackles with laughter and I hate that I can barely look at her or if I can I cannot take my eyes off her belly. Why does she get all the happy? I’m aware that this makes me a black-hearted person.
Something was wrong with Clara B. when I came home. She could hardly use her back legs. Like her back end was drunk or something. My first thought was that she blew out her new knee or that the other one had blown out. Then, I thought maybe she had a small stroke or something. The vet took x-rays and said that she has arthritis in her back. I have three medications for her and can only hope she improves in the next few days. I’m not a vet of course but just doesn’t seem like arthritis to me. How could that come on so suddenly? Why?
I finally got a nice, hopeful response from Dr. AA. It is with mixed emotions of every kind that I made an appointment.
Everything is so emotionally complicated now. Even rushing Clara B Dog to the vet and wondering how I would survive if it was serious and I had to let her go too. At the same time, thinking, oh well, I’ve survived the worst and it can’t hurt more than that did. Zoe Cat ran away this fall and I’m not sure I can stand the house without Clara B. I’m such a mess.
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