The mobile vet I had recently discovered who visits our county once a week (we call him the "Vet in a Van") said he could do the slow kill (a two year process) for forty bucks but the quick kill could cost $500.00. Ham's eyesight had deteriorated rapidly and only being five years old just wanted to let him have sight again as soon as possible.
Then the blessings really started to flow. People sent us money with notes saying to use the money for dog food, the heart worm treatment or gas to get him to and from appointments.
The quick kill wasn't pretty and very painful for Ham. (and me) The first treatment seemed to almost kill HIM and didn't get up from his bed for almost two days. The second treatment was a bit better but still difficult. Shout out to my younger son, Zach who went to every treatment with us and babied Ham every step of the way.
The third treatment was a mere shot in the hip and the "Vet in a Van" said we had to wait three months before having him retested to see if it worked.
Technically I should have waited until next Thursday but just couldn't. I woke up this morning and let Ham out back to pee before we loaded him up for the "Vet in a Van." I sat out back and noticed a beautiful red cardinal perched high up in a barren tree. I don't know if I am right or just wishing but think I remember from when I was younger that if you see a red bird you make a wish, shut your eyes and if the bird is still there when you open them, the wish will come true. I wished like crazy for a good outcome and the little red bird was still there when I opened my eyes. I took that as a good sign.
Zach and I loaded up Ham and with fingers crossed went to see the "Vet in a Van." As usual we kept Ham in the car...the Vet comes to your car. Have I mentioned he is incredibly nice, not bad on the eyes and seems to genuinely love animals? He drew blood and said to give him ten or fifteen minutes for the results.
It was a long fifteen minutes that stretched into over thirty. He went back in his "Van" and didn't reappear. Of course I am a worrier and kept thinking maybe the test came back positive and he was running it again to make sure. Zach let Ham out of the car and walked him around to pee. I sat in the car praying.
Forty minutes later the van door opened and as he saw us sitting there, shook his head and turned back around. He came back out with a piece of paper and me being the worried mom thought, "Okay, here it comes, bad news."
He came over to the car and apologized, twice. He had been spaying a cat and forgot about us. He handed me a piece of paper saying Ham tested negative and was good to go for eye surgery!
I haven't been this thrilled in quite a while. He patted Ham and said to us in his Moroccan accent "He's a strong, sweet boy."
So thanks to many, my boy is headed back to the specialist. I went into work tonight (my day off but picked up a shift) and although it was slow (Damn you March Madness) made enough to put gas in Tim's car for work and give Massey some money for gas too.
We are a struggling family but a blessed family. We work hard, pray hard and are blessed beyond belief.
I have 100 pounds of dog food sitting in my garage another friend brought us. I have a heart worm free pup who is good to go for eye surgery.
Life is good!
"To the world you may be one person; but to one person you may be the world." (Dr. Seuss)
The gratitude I (and Ham) feel is quite simply "Immense and overwhelming."
Well the dryer just buzzed so I guess I gotta go for now. It's been a good day here. It's been an excellent day here. It's been a fantastic day here!
Thank you each and everyone for loving me, reading me and living my life with me!
Hang on ...Hopefully it will only get better!
Til next time...Contented and Grateful COTTON
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