It’s Always Something

 

Wesley Chapel, Florida

I got a call yesterday morning from my Mom.  She and my brother were meeting some people who were going to take the new dog Steve had gotten.  The dog didn’t work out and he found a good home for it.  Mom called to tell us that Steve had another seizure and was being taken to the hospital by ambulance.  She wanted us to pick her up and take her to the hospital.

Off we ran to pick up Mom, who told us she was at the McDonalds near the hospital on Fletcher Avenue.  We get there and she was nowhere to be found.  We tried calling her cell.  No answer.   She has a problem accidently turning the ringer on the phone off.   You can’t explain it to her, you just have to fix it and hope for the best.

After driving around a while, Al remembered some things she told him about where she was, and he thought she was on Bearss Ave instead of Fletcher.  We finally found her!   I was sweating that out and just waiting for her to call us back.

Off we went to the hospital to find that Steve was checked out and being released with the suggestion he follow up with a neurologist.

We had planned on leaving Florida possibly next Wednesday, but now that’s up in the air.   I don’t know if I had a premonition, or if it us just that our plans usually get changed at the last minute for one reason or the other, but I had been having some doubts that we would be leaving when scheduled.

And to add insult to injury, our dear little Baxter is sick.  He started throwing up yesterday, but that’s not abnormal for a cat, and especially a furry one like Mr. Bax.

I figured it was a hairball or something and he’d be okay.  He threw up a couple of times last night and then again this morning, but the main thing that worries me is that he won’t eat.

Baxter is a big chow hound and never, ever, ever misses a meal.  He gets upset if his bowl of cat food gets put away, or even if it gets too low.   By too low, he considers anything short of half full, too low.   :)

I gave him a half of a 10 mg Pepcid AC to hopefully settle his stomach.   It’s one of the few things that you can safely give a cat, so I knew it was okay.

About an hour after the Pepcid, he threw up again, but a little later, I was able to tempt him with a bite or two of some canned kitty food.  I only let him have a couple small bites and for the most part he’s not interested in eating.  We’re going to the store to see what we can find that will tempt him.  He will be going to the Vet in the morning.   I hate when this kind of thing happens on a week-end.

 

So……we’re hanging around to see about my brother and Baxter. 

The mountains are calling us.

 

It’s always something.