Our lovely Beezle is recovering from a very down period in his long life.
Brave, beautiful, loyal and the inspiration for The Dog, Ray (award winning!) he has survived a badly broken leg with one bone shattered and the other a compound fracture, being kicked in the head by a horse and numerous visits to the vet to be sewn up with cut paws from racing across the flinty fields. Two weeks ago we thought he'd suffered a stroke. He fell over, had no balance, was sick, refused to eat or drink and had rapid eye movement. The vet was summoned. After fifteen and a half years it seemed he was ready to move on. But our vet was not convinced. "Vestibular syndrome!" he announced. "He'll be over it in two weeks." And how right he was. After days and days of hand feeding food and water with a syringe he wobbled up out of his bed and resumed his previous life. He has a slight tilt to his head which gives him a quizzical look and it's unlikely he'll chase hares again but happy to accompany us on a walk. Hurrah!
As Beezle and Seneca would say " learn to live wide rather than long."
Pixie is delighted too of course. On the first day of his stroke that was not a stroke she and Pocket (quarter Bengal) crowded around him and stayed close by. Pocket sitting practically on his head. They've all gone back to their usual sleeping quarters which in Pocket's case is all over the house. his favourite place being on the book whilst I'm trying to read.
I asked Pixie for her very interesting fact. She looked at me with sleepy eyes and said You cannot snore and dream at the same time. Apparently that's a fact.
These are the garden ducks running towards Spring.
I am still working on my Fox story and couldn't resist this wonderful photo of a rescue fox taken by Marilyn who runs the Wiltshire Wildlife Hospital where I volunteer one day a week (see previous post)
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.