Monday, July 24, 2006
It was one year ago today that our dog Teddy got sick. It's somewhat arbitrary since he probably was sick for some time before the symptoms became obvious, but this was the day my wife rushed him to the emergency vet. It's also the day I drove home from Fulton in the middle of the night, not knowing whether I'd get to see him alive again. He made it through the night, but it was the beginning of a torturous month for all of us, probably the worst month in my life. As he struggled against auto-immune disease, our spirits rose and fell depending on Teddy's hematocrit level. People not so attached to dogs would likely advise me to "just get over it" already. But that's not going to happen yet, not today.
Posted by David Johnsen at 3:00 PM