When I met you, I knew that you had hypothyroidism. It wasn’t a big deal; you take a synthetic hormone that takes care of it. What I didn’t know was that you also had epilepsy, and that I’d witness 3 of your seizures. I knew when I met you that you also needed a good dental cleaning. I didn’t know that the teeth were so bad that your jaw was being eroded, and you’d need to have 8 molars removed. I also didn’t know the string of maladies that would require trips to the vet for the next 20 months.
You would break a nail completely off, and you’d have to get taken to the emergency vet after hours. The broken nail would eventually get infected, of course. You would at one point get profuse diarrhea for 3 days and have to go on an antibiotic. You would get kennel cough and have to go on more medicine. You would also break a tooth, which I’m not sure I can completely explain. That tooth also had to be completely removed. You’re now down 9 of them.
You occasionally do something to your right hind leg, and you hold it up until whatever issue is resolved. I always wonder if the latest incident will be the one requiring a trip into Moorestown. You’ll develop little cysts here and there, and I’m afraid to assume they’re just cysts and we’ve seen the good doctors a few times on their account.
I knew when I met you that you would require periodic blood work to check your thyroid levels, but, unknowing of the epilepsy, not about the periodic testing to check your organs because the medicine preventing your seizures isn’t so great for the rest of your body.
I thought when I met you that I’d be getting a companion, a miracle, and that I’d love you. On these counts, I got everything I expected, and more. You may have come with more drama than I’d planned, and required more maintenance and expenditure than I could have ever foreseen, but I wouldn’t ever, ever give you up. I regret nothing. I DO love you, as unconditionally as you do in return. I hope on some level you know that.