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Ernie Is Home

Tomorrow is our vet visit with Ernie. I’m nervous, excited, and cannot sleep. By this time tomorrow, he will be home with us. I want this to be a smooth transition for him. But I know what Sally is like; she is a 16-year-old territorial Jack Russell.

That is why the vet visit is so important. My husband and I need to know what is going on with Ernie’s mouth. Is his jaw broken? Or is it bad teeth? 

We saw Ernie today; we walked him outside at the park with Sally. He loves his walks. Where he lives now, walks are a rarity, meaning they rarely happen. He sees a leash, and he goes crazy. He starts whining and circling my legs. He won’t eat his dinner, so I grab the leash and head out the door. A short walk around the block was good enough for him. Returning to his house, he eats his dinner, sees the leash again, and starts to whine. My heart hurts for him. He is always alone and lonely. 

The Vet Again

He cannot have breakfast in the morning before his appointment; we will be picking him up a little later than when we usually visit with him, so I hope he doesn’t think we forgot him. We must be at the vet early since this is his first visit. We need to establish care. They have his records from his previous veterinarian. He will need a distemper shot but is up to date with his rabies shot.

We are not looking forward to the vet poking around in his mouth. He will undoubtedly yip in pain. We both hope for a not-too-lousy prognosis and a speedy recovery for Ernie. Since this is his first visit, he will need to come again. 

We want Ernie to be pain-free again. My husband and I both think he’s been hurting for a while. 

So, by the time you read this, we will have been to the vet and back home again—no more visits to Ernie’s former home. Ernie is finally home. A place where he can feel safe, sleep in peace, and, most importantly, have someone spoil him. For the first time in his life, he won’t be alone.

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Stay tuned for updates on Ernie.

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