Thursday, January 19, 2012
A rough day for the old fellow. Something not right inside . He simply can't settle . '' The font " takes him down to the vets . The first time in four months he's been there . Thankfully, the prim Parisienne is away . The senior vet, an old friend to Wilf, administers an anti-emetic injection . Wilf sits there on the examination table. Half enjoying the atttention and half frozen with fear . More liquid around the stomach, possibly a kidney issue, signs that the tumours are stirring again .
The vet very sensible. No point in putting him through a battery of tests. The prognosis ? A concise and very Gallic ; '' Wilf will decide whether it's time to turn the page or close the book ". As they leave the surgery the vet shouts out " See you next month ". ' The font ' laughs.
Two thirty in the morning . Angus can be found sitting on the floor in a dressing gown and slippers. A Tale of Two Cities in one hand, a glass of Burgundy in the other . ' The Big Bang Theory ' , badly dubbed into French, on the local comedy channel . Family fellow finally asleep head on my knee . Wilf's coat , hard and coarse at lunchtime, definitely softer to the touch . When ' The New Girl ' comes on the screen ( perhaps the plot makes sense in English ) it's time to leave him alone to sleep off the injection. After a turbulent day reassurance that there's still more mileage in this old boy.
Old PON's know " If today was perfect there'd be no need for tomorrow ".