When Geriatric Poodle wasn’t so geriatric, his spleen just kinda ripped in half for no reason.
We happened to be at the vet. He collapsed, like that scene from “Bambi” when the animals are learning to ice skate. His legs just slid out from under him. It was horrible.
A few hours later, I was driving across town to the emergency vet. I had a comatose poodle on my lap and a bag of donor blood in the seat next to us. I was barely – barely! – keeping it together.
In the parking lot of the emergency vet, a rather granola-ish lady was getting in her car. She stopped and visited with us. She said, “Your baby is very ill.”
Although I was thinking, “Yeah, no shit,” I did not have any mental reserves, and speaking without crying was a challenge. So I just nodded.
She said, “I’m a poiwnvoipuiyswekrhlkwyer healer. May I send healing energy to your dog?”
I literally have no idea what kind of healer she said she was. But I nodded, and she put her hands on my sweet dog. Healer Lady closed her eyes, and Not-So-Geriatric Poodle sighed.
And then Healer Lady told us to have a blessed day, got in her Corolla, and left.
After a scary few days, my poodle pal was just fine. We never found out what caused the torsion, but he didn’t seem to miss his spleen. Who knew an entire organ could be so superfluous?
Sometimes I think about Healer Lady. I wonder if I imagined her, or if she was some sort of magician, just traveling the land from emergency vet to emergency vet, healing animals in the parking lots. I would totally watch that show. But if nothing else, I was and am so thankful for the thoughtfulness, and the energy.
Which brings us to this week.
I was back at the emergency vet, this time with Big Doodle. We thought he had a UTI, but now it looks like it might be something more complicated and/or sinister. He’s one test result away from driving two hours to a vet school so they can scope a camera up his private parts.
All the vets we’ve seen have been so kind and complimentary. “I see a lot of dogs,” one of them said. “This is literally one of the nicest dogs I’ve ever met.”
“I couldn’t believe it,” said another. “He let me catheterize him like it was nothing.”
High praise, indeed.
Of all the people we’ve seen, we haven’t yet seen Healer Lady. I’ve seen a lot of Anxiety-Ridden Mom in the mirror, but I’m not feeling chill and centered. I’m feeling like I could probably go for an Ativan and a stiff drink.
|Behold, the boy’s amazing, ultrasound-friendly summer haircut.|
So, if you would? Consider sending a little healing energy to Big Doodle. Or if you see Healer Lady? Direct her Corolla our way. Thanks.