The vet called today and said all the tests came back fine. He asked how she was doing and I said, “It’s a nightmare. I spend my time crawling around on the rugs, or trying to catch her. We are both exhausted and frustrated. She’s terrified when she sees me.” He laughed, and said, “You’re not alone.” I was considering death by falling off my roof, if I could get out of one of the windows, and he was laughing. Then he asked how she was doing. I told him she was fine, EXCEPT FOR BEING TORTURED BY THE PILL THING. I told him she probably didn’t even get more than five pills. He said…yes, he really said this, “Don’t give her anymore. Just stop the pills, but save them in case we need them at a later date.” I said, “Just stop them?” He said, “Yes.” I didn’t ask how she could just stop them and be okay but, as the really old saying goes, never look a gift horse in the mouth. What that means I’m not sure but I think it means, say than you and run. So, that’s what I did.
With those few words, “stop giving them to her, the sun came out in my heart. It was that easy, and then I was glad I couldn’t get the window open so I wasn’t on the roof when he called..
Emily still runs away from me but I think with time, she’ll be okay. So for now, the nightmare of the pills, is over.