Today was Jeremy’s first flag football practice and we almost didn’t make it. The last few days for Hank have been pure misery, increased pain and now muscle spasms. I laid on the floor with my dog for an hour last night, until 1 a.m., massaging his neck and telling him it’s not okay to die yet.
I took him to the vet today at 3:30. Hank is usually the dog who gets a lot of attention in waiting rooms for being sociable and friendly, but today people wanted to know what was wrong with him. They could see his neck muscles in spasm, vibrating like he was attached to electrodes, and whimpering with every step. The doctor happened to be in the waiting room when we showed up and escorted us to a room promptly. From there, we went through the rigmarole of his condition: bone spurs, arthritis, drugs, more drugs and more pain.