She went dashing after a deer in the yard this morning, sailing along a golden flash. Elena was starting to move better, the arthritis in her hip finally responding to medication.
Something happened. Ms Soprano who was standing there watching said the dog seemed to flip, land on her back and started screaming. Screaming from a dog can not be described; from upstairs, I thought that one of the neighborhood children was seriously injured.
With much struggling, she was loaded in the car and taken to the vet. Since then, Elena has been medicated, x-rayed and dosed with steriods. No fractures, but the spondylosis is pretty obvious and explains the paralysis of her back legs and tail. It isn’t complete, so we are hoping that she will regain neurological function.
Odds are about even and the next 24-48 hours will tell.
Not enough shocks for me today? I started out 4th of July weekend figuring on unofficially participating in Tour de Fleece. Not having a TV, I am not exactly following the race in real time. Today I noted that one of the teams was spinning in the memory of Ruth Schooley. Huh? I had known Ruth over Knitlist, swaps and emails since 1995. I thought that we just lost track of each other. She died suddenly July of last year, only a couple days after her last blog post.
I still have a skein of yarn she spun and gifted me years ago that is so fine and beautiful I have never been able to bear using it. Now that seems silly. I will figure out some small lace scarf and enjoy the wearing and the memory.