Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.Robert A. Heinlein
I’m tired today. I spent most of last night curled up on the lounge room floor beside the dog bed. Harry, our older dog, has a partially ruptured cruciate ligament that requires surgery. We had him booked in earlier in the year but then we got flooded in at the farm and had to postpone the operation. When we organised it the second time Brisbane went into COVID lockdown and it had to be postponed again, so now we are waiting for a third surgical date.
Meanwhile, Harry was managing okay until he chased after a scrub turkey on the weekend. He’s injured his leg more severely, and nothing can be done now except give him anti-inflammatories and pain meds until he can have that much- needed operation. I got the meds yesterday, but I can’t start them until breakfast this morning.
On Sunday Ben spent the night on the floor beside Harry’s bed, comforting him and calming him with his presence. But now Ben is away, loading the last of our farm possessions onto a truck to drive back up to our new home. I’d hoped Harry might be okay after a quiet day off his leg, but no, he whimpered and cried until I hauled myself out of bed last night and went downstairs to go sit with him. I ended up using the pillows and blankets Ben had left on the chair, and found that if I lay right beside Harry, until I was touching him, he settled down. Every time he cried, or became restless I talked to him and patted him until he went back to sleep.
So, neither of us slept well. And that floor is mighty uncomfortable compared to my new bed.
But that’s what love does, right?
Thank goodness I can get some medication into Harry this morning with his food. Then I’ll make myself a pot of coffee, and settle down for a day of writing. I’ve brought Harry’s bed out next to my work space, so we can be together. Keep your fingers crossed that his pain settles and we can both get a bit more sleep tonight.
Love, yawns and puppydog eyes, Nicole xx