The vet from Cornell called yesterday with the rest of the tests results and...nothing, no signs of anything wrong with Nicky
No signs of MVD or IBS either. It's got me confused. The vet said to keep that journal and videotape him and call her in a couple of weeks with updates of how Nicky's doing.
I already started the journal, but he hasn't done much except for Sunday morning. He trembled a little bit, hb didn't notice it and said that maybe it's just that Nicky gets so exited on weekends because he knows we're going out in the car.
I mentioned this to the vet and the fact that Nicky hadn't eaten anything yet. She said maybe those two things had something to do with it and to zero in on it. I videotaped it but I can't upload it yet to my pc (file is huge). But on the camcorder, you can barely see him trembling and hb says I'm the one shaking.
I know I didn't imagine it and Nicky's bile test result were high, so I don't know what to think.
You know, I'm not religious by any stretch of the word, at all. If fact I considered myself open for debate with one foot on my Roman-Catholic upbringing and the other on the agnostic side. But this is weird and I don't know what to make of it or if related. While I was at the reception area at Cornell waiting for bad news, I wondered why there's no chapel in this hospital and I thought there should be one like there's one at a human's (at least there was one at the one I went to when I was a kid).
I wanted to go there and just sit there for a while to cry alone. About a month before our appointment at Cornell, I had read about a church in NY that not only allowed pets at mass, but had a special day for blessing them. They also have events to help pets in need, etc. Being that I support, patronage and encourage these type of efforts, I decided to go with my furkids.
We listen to mass and when it was over, everybody gathered outside in the yard in order to follow into another room for refreshments and so on. Everyone came over to welcome us and they were so nice to my babies I thought, 'if they don't push religion down my throat, I can like it here.'
While I was outside talking with some of the congregation, hb went inside and told the priest (or preacher?) about our situation with Nicky. The priest came outside, blessed my babies and said he would do a prayer for Nicky so that everything would turn out fine.
Fast-forward to me sitting at the reception area at Cornell. I was close to desperate, imagining the worst and trying to prepare for it. So, I asked St Francis to please, help the doctors give me back my baby healthy and and happy (should he need surgery, which I was sure he would) and I promise that I would go back to that church to personally thank him, I would listen and take part in the mass and I would do it the first weekend after good news and nothing would stop me. No delays. No excuses. Not long after that the vet came out whispering 'loud' (if you can picture that), "no shunt, no shunt, no shunt!"
I took her excitement as she being surprised too (???) I didn't ask, I didn't care. I just couldn't believe it and I was ecstatic, crying and happy. Kissing my stoned, high and drugged with Anestassia baby.
That week I had family members coming from Spain and Florida visiting other family members in NY and NJ, I was supposed to at least stop by and say hello. I had explained my situation and had given my word that I would try my best to be there some time that week, but I would definitely make an effort to make it on the weekend
I couldn't make it
I was upstate for a few days that week and I went to mass on that weekend. My family don't believe me, since I would never go to mass, I don't go to church and they can't bring themselves to understand why my puppies are so important to me, let alone that I would do all this for them
I'm so happy my babies are fine, I don't care if they don't get it
Just had to tell you, the people who were there for me and understand why I would do anything for my babies
Because you've been there, you've done that
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!
