Saturday 16 May 2009

The Witching Hour

The clock has just struck midnight and I've deliberately chosen a bright colour to ward off dark thoughts. I don't know what's happening in Buddy Liver Spots' psyche but he's gone from 3:00 a.m. wakenings to 1:00 a.m. last night and midnight tonight. He doesn't seem able to settle upstairs, is not hungry or in obvious pain yet does not want to sleep in his accustomed place on the bed as a living bolster between Barry and me. Jenna-the-Labrador who shares our bed with him has loyally joined him (and me) downstairs yet again. He has curled up in a dog bed now and seems relaxed. Maybe the Metacam I gave him a little while ago is helping. I suspect the underlying problem may be discomfort once again from discospondylitis, not sufficient to make him screech, thank goodness, but enough to niggle. He's snoring now. Sometimes I'm pleased to hear snoring from the animals with whom I spend my life – sleep is the greatest cure of all, a respite from pain and worry and a curative for all but the most serious of problems.
Sleep well - sweet dreams!

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