The district nurse is here at seven to change a dressing. She informs Angus that her husband has booked flights to Aberdeen in January. ' The flight and hotel package were very reasonable ' she adds by way of explanation. Angus quietly thinks to himself that they must have been very reasonable to justify a trip to blustery North East Scotland in mid winter. I suggest she take rain wear.
The animal hospital phones at ten on Sunday evening. All is well with Bob. He's had a second pee but is largely 'zoned out'. The vet on duty says that ' we must be prudent in our expectations'. He repeats this a second time just in case we haven't got the message.
Renal tests for the family fellow this morning, then a meeting with our local vets to discuss the results. Then home. In terms of the simple routines of The Rickety Old Farmhouse and its inhabitants this will be a big day.
Sophie is still at sixes and sevens. Sometimes she sits at the door and barks. Sometimes she whimpers. The message simple - Why can't we find Bob ? This is not the reaction we'd anticipated from this fiercely independent lady.
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We are all with you. Please give Bob a rub on the head from us.
Would croissant ends or Madame Bay's dried pigs ears be on the menu if Bob so desired? I am hoping, as I suspect many here do, that the vet will be proven wrong and that Bob will rebound once back at home.
Wishing all the best for the whole family, but especially for Bob.
Take care - a big hug for the little chap. Fingers tightly crossed that there will be good news from now on.
Sending the best of wishes and healing thoughts to you from across the channel. 'Come on Bob - you can beat this'! x
Hari OM
We are on tenterhooks... how much more, the occupants of the ROF? Love as ever... YAM xx
Fingers crossed. Hugs and gentle pats to that gud dug Bob. X
Dear Bob, and dear Sophie.
We are all trying to be "prudent in our expectations" Which would also be good advice for Angus's district nurse regarding her January trip to Aberdeen (not only cold and blustery but as you know it barely gets light here in January too!) I'd love to know where she's staying.
Please give Bob a loving hug from me and Bertie when he gets back the ROF. My thoughts are still with you all.
Gail xx.
I hope your local vets have a more optimistic view. The vet in Toulouse reminds me somewhat of the "prim Parisian" we used to hear about. It sounds like Bob is not in any pain. Good luck to you all as you go through this day.
Fingers, toes, everything crossed here. And messages to the family fellow that there is a place on the storm drain waiting for him and a sister to kiss in the morning who is missing him terribly.
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