John and I had a great time on our mini trip up to Sonoma. We went to the outlets, scored some deals, ate some incredible meals… Unfortunately, by Saturday night, our minds were kinda preoccupied with Remy. On Sunday, we headed home shortly after checking out. No heated swimming pool or bathhouse ritual this time. Oh well. When we got home, Remy still wasn’t able to get herself up. She could take a few wobbly steps after I lifted her back end up, but this was just not going to fly. I mean, she has to be able to walk!

I called N thinking maybe I was going to have to put Remy down soon, but N didn’t sound worried at all. She suggested some meds (we’ve only tried a few before for mild discomfort). Now, we’re at level 10, and we hadn’t even explored all the options apparently. After my call with N, I researched online and I found all these postings about people getting ready to put down their dogs because of immobility and then some miracle drug brought them back to life– like to the point of running and bouncing around at the dog park!! So I felt better, and then we took her to the vet this evening. We had a different doctor than the usual. She was older and seemed really knowledgeable and nice. Poor Remy was trembling the whole time, and she dropped a dukie on the floor.

The doctor recommended an anti-inflammatory med as a first pass; after a few days, I’m supposed to couple it with tramadol and together they are supposed to work synergistically. She said I should see improvement in the next couple days, so I’m hoping for some magic come morning. Stay tuned.