Another Crisis

Last night was bad. Murphy was having trouble putting weight on one of his paws when I left for work. He had broken a nail a few days earlier and bacteria may have entered through the bloody nail. By the time I came home, he couldn't walk at all and was lethargic, shivering and feverish. I injected him with an antibiotic and went to sleep next to him on the floor. I knew that he couldn't get up the stairs and didn't want him to spend what might be his last night alone.

When I woke up later, he was on the other side of the room from me. He doesn't like to sleep next to me and had crawled away. I decided that if he was going to be on the other side of the room, I might as well go upstairs and go to bed. When I woke up, Murphy was asleep next to the bed, soaking wet. That means he somehow got through the doggy-door, went in the pond and got up the stairs.

Murph is doing much better now and is able to walk again, although he's still a little wobbly. I'm still injecting him with antibiotics around the clock. His appetite his good and he enjoyed his grilled salmon and roast chicken dinner. I, on the other hand, am finding it difficult to eat. Stress causes me to lose weight.

I haven't told anyone at work about Murphy's condition because I don't want to cry at work, but my coworkers are commenting on the changes in me. I'm blaming it on vacation fatigue, but I look and feel exhausted and can't think straight. People are even starting to wave their hands in front of my face because I look so dazed.

It looks like the antibiotics bought Murph some more time. How much, I have no idea. In the meantime, I'm taking it a day at a time, which is hard for me. I'm more of a months at a time type person.