Lettice... the latest...

After much discussion we came to the decision

that this week we would get our lovely

vet to come to put Lettice to sleep.

The weekend had been a roller-coaster 

ride of emotions.

On Saturday evening, we were

planning to be out for a couple of hours.

Ted was singing in a choir at the next village,

the plan was for us to go separately in order

 for me to pop home and check that she was  alright.

The show was a sell-out...

Am-drams at its best..

Shepherds pie too!

My ticket was bought... the show must go on!

Lettice was sick and decidedly unhappy,

standing by me with head bowed.

'Take my ticket and hopefully someone

can enjoy the show, free!'

Cosy in her bed with one of my scarves

as a comfort blanket; I sat on the floor beside her

 telling her, that she was free to go.

Wishing in my heart that 

she would heed my words.

She settled and when Ted got back, we sat

talking through what we had always said,

that we would do the right thing

earlier rather than later.

At 3 a.m. when Ted went down to let her out

she was okay.

I got up at 6 a.m. and sitting quietly reading, 

all seemed normal.

What wasn't normal was the great lump of

pain in my chest, which sat 

like a physical presence.

All yesterday she seemed bright,

the small meals, little and often, she kept down.

Yesterday was a good day.

Which then of course begged the question...

'Were we doing it too early?'

We talked, we rationalised, we convinced

ourselves that the decision was sound.

This morning, she was sat in her bed looking bright and alert,

which only turned the screw even tighter.

I phoned the vets to ask if our vet

 would call me back to discuss the

way forward.

He was on holiday and wouldn't be back until next Monday!

'It was meant to be!'

A week's respite.

The trouble was, not long after the call,

she once again was sick and looking mis.

She is now sat quite content in her bed after

a soupçon of chicken.

She, as far as we can tell isn't in

any pain, if she was then naturally 

we would act.

Obviously if she does go downhill, we will

 get another vet to come. 

And so it goes on.