. . .this is not the Socks update I thought I’d be making this morning. Then, I thought that I would be saying that Socks has been going on pretty well; a little grumpy, maybe, since his last emergency trip to the vet, on March 7. His sneezing had increased and we had reported that to his vet, who thought that maybe the Baytril he’d been on had stopped working and had put him on Clindamycin, to see if that made a difference.
That was what I would have typed, if I had written the report this morning.
Now. . .
I’m sorry to report that Socks started to throw up and showed some other distress. We called the vet (there is a snowstorm going on, though at the time of the call, and the subsequent travel, the snow had slowed considerably), and debated whether or not to take him in; since we weren’t sure there was a problem, but with his known problems did we want to take a risk. . .and, long story short, we wound up inching our way down to Waterville in the snow. Steve drove, and it was a good thing that he did; I would have been a weeping wreck by the time we reached the vet.
Anyhow, there was a room ready when we arrived and Socks saw the lead vet in the practice, who said that, since this was a new manifestation, the best thing to do was to have Socks under observation, so. . .Socks is overnighting at the hospital, and we’ll have a report tomorrow.
We then inched back to our house in the country, the snow having picked up, and roads virtually empty, saving us, and the occasional plow truck.
. . .and that’s the Socks Update.