The Bug That Won't Go Away

My old friend Marty said good-bye to her dear yellow Lab Willa this morning.  What a sad day.  I adored Willa and have sweet memories of her in the Boston studio Marty and I shared.  I will write more about them here when I have a photo.

Simultaneously, I was having a drama getting my kitten to her 11.30 appointment with Dr. Ryan for this ear infection.  When I got Glenwood into her soft carry-bag and opened my door, a neighbor was there.  She said water was coming through her bathroom ceiling.  We ran downstairs - with Glenwood's bag over my shoulder - and in the chaos that followed I ended up back in my apartment (not the source of the leak) and Glenwood busted out of the bag.  Right through the netting.  Tore through the apartment like a lunatic.  After all, she'd just seen (a) a strange woman (b) a strange floor (c) the woman's dog (d) the super flipping out and (e) me flipping out - all from inside a bag on her way to God knows where.  I'd probably do the same.

I called Hope Vet to say I'd be late and coaxed Glenwood out from under the bed.  It felt like an abuse of her trust.  I knew she couldn't resist me reaching to her, yet it was for a betrayal (in my mind).  I folded her up and stuffed her into the hard carrier and out we went.  Here she is at the vet, one unhappy camper:

Glenwood Making Like a File Folder

So it's back on Baytril for another two weeks, plus another culture.  Dr. Ryan is worried there's an infectious residue where her ear connects to her throat that we're just not getting.  There's also a chance that her tough start and early illnesses left her with some kind of deformity.  Glenwood is making her old-man noises more often and scratching at her ears, so it's worse again.  But now we are home and all is forgiven.  Tuna heals.