I finished my partial manuscript (that’s a funny statement) last night, and I was hoping to proof it and mail it to Alyson today. I’m also trying to mail that painting to its new owner today, too, but River woke up hacking and making noises like a seal with a crack habit. He won’t eat, won’t drink. He’s fine when he’s laying still, but when he moves he starts gagging and hacking up bits of undigested food and dead toy from yesterday, along with…I’ll just call it phlegm, for lack of medical terminology. It’s as though something is stuck in his throat and he wants it out. Maybe that’s where my ambition is.
I phoned the vet (whom you’d think would be on speed-dial by now), and Dr. Ward isn’t working today. However, I spoke with Dr. Young (an excellent vet) who thought River “probably has a cold.” River was sitting right next to me, perhaps listening, and challenged this theory with a noise that sounded something similar to a lawn mower of days gone by trying to start up. Dr. Young said, “Uh, is that River?” “Why, yes it is,” I replied. There was a pause and then Dr. Young said, “Let me look at my schedule….can you bring him in at 3?”
So now I have to go to the vet.