For nine plus years, Emma has been a significant part of our family’s lives. A little over a week ago, she suddenly could not rise onto her four legs. Her demeanor changed. She had half of her spark. Nothing worked right. Fear rose in my gut. All the what if’s and possible-probable outcomes ran through my mind and made me nauseous.
Wednesday, with much trepidation and less than even chances to survive, the neuro-vet operated on Emma’s spine to remove a ruptured disc. The problem was location and her heart. She made it through. She moved through that anxious, agitated state of post op. We brought her home with strict admonitions to keep her still. Today, Emma had to just show a sign that she is better. Not perfect yet, but definitely better. Prayers answered, blessings bestowed. I love Emma!
Now, there were two other ‘family members’ that were totally out of sorts through all this drama…Harley and Penny. Both seemed to sense the routine had been altered and that something was amiss. Once Emma came home, they sniffed, but kept their respectful distance. Today, they saw things were looking up as Emma stood up for a bit and smiled. I know many find such shenanigans over pets a silly distraction. I don’t try to convince anyone. I just know the magic…I am sure many of you do as well.