| [Tags**|backache, dear mischa, helplessness, mischa, pain, vet] [Current Mood** |
grieved]Dear Mischa,You know that I love you. And now you're in pain, and it's awful for us to behold.On Wednesday afternoon while I was at work in Zürich, I got a call from an audibly distressed akeela, saying that you were in trouble, lying on the floor yelping and unable to rise, and Aki was taking you to the animal hospital in Aachen. My colleagues—my wonderful colleagues—told me that I should get back to Germany to be with you, but before I could get on the train Aki came back with more news: the crisis had passed, the vet had declared that you were not suffering from any life-threatening acute illness, and I could stay at work until the end of the week.But then twice last night, and then again this morning, you've suddenly given outbursts of piteous, agonised yelps and cries. I've never heard you make such a heartbreaking sound. And there's nothing we can do to help you.I believe I know what you're feeling: the signs are identical, in every respect, to the crippling back pain I suffered for some days earlier in the year. I feel I recognise your slowness and geriatric stiffness of gait, your depression and reluctance to move, and those awful, unpredictable, racking outbursts of pain.We've got you on a mixture of drugs. Metamizole for the acute pain, anti-inflammatories to try to keep the symptoms down, vitamin supplements just in case. Very gentle walks and a minimum of vigorous movement. And tomorrow we should be able to get you to that hospital for—ah, hahah—a CAT scan.I love you. I wish there were some way to make that pain go away. I'd take it upon myself if I could. But there's nothing we can offer you but painkillers and gentleness, and of course love.May they be enough.Love,me. |