Yesterday, was a hard day. The wind blew over furniture that almost crushed my dogs. I turned my head for an instant. And a planter came down on them. Lifting it up, I thought they must be dead. But their little selves were there, and they were hurt, but alive.
I panicked. I called Adrian crying and then I called my work to let them know I would be out. I called my twin sister Jackie. I told her to look up an emergency vet because my brain wasn't working.
The dogs were seriously injured I could tell. Merry was lethargic and just looked at me and put his head down. Pippin was limping. Jackie said, "Just get them to the doctor, now."
I was going to rush them to the Redlands veterinary ER, but my longtime vet answered his cell. He was in his La Verne office (he's only there sporadically as he works in Santa Monica now) and said bring them in.
Jackie drove down to meet me at the vet. I didn't expect that. From Palm Springs to La Verne. That's being there. It was so kind. I was so hysterical that a woman prayed with me as I stood sobbing outside the vet waiting for Jackie.
It's so weird. I usually am not open with my emotions like that. But it seems the floodgates opened and I couldn't control it. I was all raw emotion. Jackie got there and comforted me. She told me it was a freak accident. I loved her for saying it.
Turns out, Merry has a broken pelvis. Pippin has a broken shoulder which will heal in his little cast wrap. They're both on opioids and crated and on Friday, Merry will have surgery to repair his hip and pelvis. He's young, and the universe willing, he should heal. But will I?
It's 3:25 am as I write this. I slept downstairs by their crate. I check on them. I kiss them. I tell them how sorry I am this happened.
I suppose what this all taught me, if I am to find some kind of meaning here, is that life is precious. Family is everything. The worst can happen. And everything can change in a split second. But the way through it all, and what matters, is love. Just love, sweet love.
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