I’ve just returned from the Annandale Animal Hospital, Coco was not his usual self this morning and he’d been trying to chew the dressings off of his legs and paw the past two days. I thought it better to go and have the dressings removed today, (instead of tomorrow), I doubt they’d have lasted that long,
Although he came into me at his normal time 0545, and we had the usual rub/scratch, a quick run into the garden, his normal routine; shortly after his breakfast, an hour later, it was obvious he was not feeling well, he didn’t want any treats, or food off my plate, as is his wont, he just took to lying on his towel looking at me with pleading eyes.
The War Office rang the hospital, and was given an appointment, as she was meeting a cousin for coffee, I took Coco by myself. The doctor, a new lady locum, suggested she take Coco down to the main surgery, remove the dressing, and give him a thorough check.
Whilst they were away I was chatting with Rebekah, the receptionist, and asked where Lando was as I hadn’t seen him around lately, and was told, shock horror, “Dr Teresa and Lando have both retired”😩😞
Lando is Doctor Teresa’s dog,
and went into retirement with her. I’m not sure who I shall miss the most.
When Coco was returned to me, sans dressings, I was told that Coco was in very good shape, the wound was healing perfectly, his temperature and vitals normal and not to worry.
Easier said than done