UNITED STATES—Luna, sez me to myself, I am a Kwazy girl. Sleek, athletic pit-bull lab with a zagged white streak down the middle of my redwood-brown belly. Crazy as I am, I’m concerned about both the master and my boon companion, DeVille. The Master left us bowls of water this morning and now, it is nightfall. There’s a hush in the air and the Master is pressed to add a new chapter to the annals of Luna. And he should really be getting fresh air and going out for a walk.
This week, in a prime case of self-negation of medical care, DeVille’s one rheumy eye after three weeks inspired a new nickname: One eyed DeVille. The Master knew it was high time to take DeVille into the the vet’s when the phone call came, “We have an opening.” That gummy eye needed to be looked at before it spread.
DeVille and the Master got to sit in the timeless atmosphere of the waiting room. DeVille behaved well as an assortment of dogs and cats with a variety of ailments. A cat with a Sargasso sized hernia, another beloved dog a candidate for cyst removal. The bond with a pet is ever underwritten by luck, life and health—buoyed by the fervent wish that hound and human may last as long asthemoon and stars.
After being told he had an ulcerated eye, it was comforting to be told that Baby DeVille got his eye into a twig a speck of dust that caused the gummy discharge. Ulcerated eye sound pretty scary.
Two hours, or more, the Master lost track time. It was a small crowded space, the waiting area, where it was easy to talk dog and cat talk. It has always been a good place to place to let the imagination frolic. The surroundings consist of a door with Christmas cards (people with their dogs). On wall wall is a tremendous chart of dogs from around the world. Through a crack in the consultation room doorway, which ought to have a sign DOGS ONLY. Since that is how it has been since the season of isolating began.
What a neat place. Signs for rescue dogs lead the Master to wonder if we’re ready for rescue number three. There are shelves with manila folders, floor to ceiling. All is painted immaculate but aged white. The cabinets for medical appliances, white enamel with black trim, look as they did they day they came out of the factory. Which I, Luna, reckon to’ve been 95 years ago.
DeVille got prescribed eyedrops. His eye is clearing. And the cone around his head prevents lil’ ol’ Luna from having a good sparring session.
To be continued…
