Today was another doggie hospital visit for my furry boys. Yet again outside in the Children’s Garden, and yet again did Eric get the so lovely Bernese Mt. Dog kisses in his face, on his feet and hands. I can tell the shunt is working because Eric is more responsive now; it’s easier for him to move his legs and arms, and he’s also communicating more with his fingers. I think he hates the trachea (who wouldn’t?) because he kept on pointing at it over and over again. I explained what it was, why he has it, and for how long he needs to leave it in. (A Tracheostomy is a surgical procedures Eric had to have done on the neck to open a direct airway through an incision in the windpipe.) That thing must be so uncomfortable and he’s not able to talk or eat as long as it’s there.
Today was a difficult day for me and my dogs knew it and therefore took good care of me. It makes it harder to be sad when you have a dog on each side of you, offering their paw and a snuggle.