TAKE TWO

 Good afternoon Bloggets. Today started with a follow up from yesterday. My old retired guide dog, Black Beauty, had to go to the vet yesterday, as she couldn’t get out of her bed. When I helped her up, she collapsed. She cried all morning too. She never complains. I was so upset I really thought that was it and my first guide dog, my most special little girl, was ready to end this world.

 

I didn’t know how I was going to get her in a taxi, as she was falling every step. She was landing in such an awkward position too.

 

Thank God I had just enough money in the house to pay for our taxi. You know, it is less than two miles away and costs £16 there and back? Shocking. So I asked on the phone for a car with plenty of room in the front as my dog couldn’t walk, so didn’t know how I would get her in the vehicle and she needed room to lay down.

 

What did they send me? A high mini bus. Well, two high steps to get in, no way, I tried to lift her in, she cried, so the driver took her around the other side and pulled down a ramp for her. No way she was going up that. I was in the bus trying to encourage her but no way, not even the promise of a sweet. Oh God, it took ages, then I had to lift her again this time not minding her crying.

 

It was so hard for me, as there was a down step between me and the buss and two high steps into the bus. But we got her in and to the vet.

 

Now, how to get out?

Well, she walked down the ramp with delight, then fell at the bottom. She was all over the place. I was not convinced it was her hips/legs. But I’m not a vet. I just hoped that I would be returning with her.

She couldn’t guide me even though she is retired, bless her she still remembers commands, but nothing was making sense to her. Before I left the house our Son told me her face was scrunched up as though in pain, the vet saw us after a few moments, getting her into the room was a right carry on!

Two injections later and horse tablets to bring home, well that is what they look like. She got into the taxi, that was

Better as it was a normal car

Got her home and she lay on her bed, only with me helping her to get there and slept crying for a few hours. At night, her legs were going crazy but lying down. To give her dinner, we even had to help her. Hub lifted her on her legs whilst steadying her. She still has her appetite that’s for sure and drank like a fish. I thought, oh I hope it’s not kidney failure my pet dog x and I had for 17 plus years, died with that and it’s dreadful. They go mad, eventually losing their appetite. But they drink so much! We kept her apart from the other two thugs. They were concerned as the big beasty girl LC, stood over her and the little Waggatail licked her all day. But we let BB sleep in the living room in her bed and the others were in their normal place.

This morning she couldn’t again get up without help, but as the day has gone on, she is a lot better. For the fun later of giving her those stupidly massive tablets?

 

I really really hope she will be OK. I know they all have to die at some point, but oh the pain of it? No way I will keep her suffering, but I also want to give her what may help. I just don’t want to think of her leaving our house and my loving pet dog I had all those years, x kindly buried her in the back garden where we used to live. I hate the thought of them all getting thrown on a pile and all burned together. My friend used to work where they cremated dogs and that is what they did. But no way I can do that with my BB as Hub said no he won’t have them here. Fair enough.

 

She has had a biscuit today and almost drew blood as she ripped it from my fingers. So no change there. For such a soft gentle dog, she really is naughty when it comes to sweets.

 

Oh I have the worst head ache. Yesterday I was in such a state with BB, I bent down and misjudged the wall and cracked my head on the light switches. I also was getting a tin out of the tin cupboard in our kitchen and one fell out and bounced off our work tops and fell on my foot. It’s bruised but not broken.

 

Walked into a few half opened doors too, all in the name of Retinitis pigmentosa and blindness in general. Oh not to mention, whilst taking the dogs to their dog run/toilet, I felt for the gate, just missing it by two cm, but enough to put a spelk in my finger, so a right day.

 

Today another day, out again on my own, well with a furry companion. This time not BB, but Waggatail. We had to go to the Doctors.

 

Teen left last night for a music festival so won’t be back till Monday, so five sleeps. Normally I like to know there is someone in the house in case I get lost. Mind you, not sure teen would come for me if I was lost… He did once remember some months ago when I went out at night to be independent and got totally lost? Oh God that was awful, I was miles away from home, well, OK, a mile, but fifteen minutes’ walk and it was dark and I didn’t have a clue where I was to tell him, but he found me thank God. This time it was me and Wagga. Now she has been very naughty, I will write more later and tell you what she has done, it involves my old aunt…

 

I knew I had to go to the Doctors   weeks ago, and for the past two weeks have been worried about it. It was cold and gently raining. No wind though as that is a blind person’s fog.

 

Passing the nasty gripping thorns and slapped in the face by wet angry leaves, passing by where some neighbour has done their garden or had building work done and is still a mess on the public path. No litter in our street and in general, they are great at not parking on the path. When the latest family moved in last year they were awful used to park half on the road and half on the path, but they must have seen Hub and I knocking our canes into the side of the cars as we passed, and no longer have they parked there….

 

Well, she turned right when she should have, left when she needed to. Stopped, just, at the road sides, went to the low parts of the kerbs and avoided something on the ground, I’m not sure what, but she made a very severe movement to the left to avoid whatever. We turned right onto the horrible loud fearful road where it’s never quiet. I have to raise my voice for my dog to hear me. Keeping her right, never being able to relax, always thinking about every move, every smell, each step, ramp muffled sound as I pass the wall and echoes of glass sound as I pass an open path letting me know to turn at the next right. Feeling with my feet, something I’m not good at, the ground. Undulating paths and tactile on the paving.

 

The damp grass verges soaked my feet and as I scraped my knuckles on the building on the right, I knew to turn left. Under stairwells, weaving in and out of the building line and passing all our shops. She was great. We got there, oh I was so relieved. But not relaxed as had to do the same in reverse.

 

Saw the Doctor. Oh this will make you laugh.

 

Remember the Doctor who told me ages ago she would refer me to the eye hospital to see a Doctor about the blur on my eye? She said and I quote.

“Oh they are great at the hospital, they know so much about eyes…

I, mean, they know about eye lids and even eye balls!’!’!’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, today Bloggets, I think she bettered that one..

When I told her the Doctor told me my lense was lose but there was nothing they could do? Her answer? Wait for this one, it’s good.

“Oh well, you are going to the eye department in the big hospital, and they specialise in eyes.”

Oh, well, that’s a relief, didn’t want them shining that light in faraway places…Then this one that made me smile rather than get cross. But I still find it hard she is a GP?

“I, expect, they will want to remove your lens?

“Say whaa’at?

So she wants me to walk around without a lens on my eye? Hahehheheheh.

She is a lovely lady though. And Wagga walked me back to the chemist, then the shop to buy tea.

 

I am delighted to be home safe. X