Sunday, November 16, 2014

Waiting

It’s still dark. The low grey blanket of fog that’s been hanging over the lake for days blends into the darker grey of the lake, while I sit here waiting. I have a sick dog with an intestinal obstruction, and had hoped to fly him out to the vet yesterday, but there was no helicopter to be had in the closest village until today – weather permitting. If they can’t fly, we’re stuck.
We’re all exhausted: the younger dog from the pain, vomiting and trying in vain to squeeze out whatever is stuck in his bowels; me from trying to soothe him and organize the trip out; and the old dog from observing it all.
The dogs are asleep again, their breaths mingling with the ticking of the clock and crackling of the fire. There is nothing to do now but wait.

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