Ten years or so ago, Doug and I went to New Mexico on vacation. It was just a quick trip, five days, and we left Toby and Boscoe at home. Our neighbors, who were veterinarians, came over a couple times a day to walk them and feed them. We had done this before, for other trips, with no problem.
So you can well imagine our concern last week when Karli emailed us in Ireland to say that Boscoe was peeing all over the house. It was, as they say, deja vu all over again, though I didn't say so out loud, not wanting to alarm Doug by making a painful connection between Toby's decline and Boscoe. As it turns out, of course, Doug was refraining from mentioning the New Mexico similarities to me for the very same reason.
We got home from Ireland at about 10 p.m. on Thursday--4 a.m. Dublin time, which was our bodies had nicely adjusted to.
The first thing Doug did was roll up the red rug in the front hallway and toss it out onto the back porch. It was soaked with zig-zags of urine. The first thing I did was fill a bucket with soapy water. I washed the kitchen floor, the hallway floor, and the front porch floor, all of which were sticky.
(And today, no longer exhausted and jet-lagged, I will wash them again and do a better job.)
Boscoe did not look good. His face was drawn, and he was shaky. But who looks good at midnight? Now it is Saturday morning, and he is looking much better.