I have been feeling kind of crabby today. I've been dealing with a particularly fussy customer over the past few days and it's been wearing on me. Mind you, I embrace any opportunity to complain and she's given me plenty of fodder. But still, I could have done without the headaches she has provided.
To add to my woes, I got a call from the vet this morning. Pearl's coat has been a little off lately. A little dry skin, a little thinning of the fur. She also had some sagginess around her belly. When I took her for her annual check-up the other day, we did extra blood work. Turns out one of her liver enzymes and her thyroid numbers are low. This would explain some of her symptoms. None of this would be a tremendous issue but it is in addition to another chronic ailment we manage with her. New meds will require something of a balancing act. She's no spring chicken either. I'm afraid we have reached that time in her life where more and more small things will start adding up. I'll have to remember to give her an extra kiss every day. She's a good dog.
On top of it all, at some point during this conversation with the vet I realized that today is the one year anniversary of the day we put Hank to sleep. Wasn't he handsome? I still miss him. I guess I will have to give Pearl his share of kisses too.
The upside of the less than stellar news about Pearl was that it made me forget all about the fussy customer. Somehow I even started to wonder if something had been going terribly wrong in her life that made her react the way she had. Maybe she needs a kiss on the nose too.