Worse Than Green With Corn April 22, 2003 - 5:26 p.m.

My Easter Sunday ended when Chris dropped me off at my house.

There was no easter basket waiting for me. No yard full of hidden, coloured eggs. Not even a chocolate bunny. Not that I even like them.

Just a nice puddle of blood in the kitchen. And more spots in the hallway.

All of the animals appeared fine. No gaping wounds. Fur in tact. Everyone was acting okay. There were no broken windows and my mom's van wasn't there, so I knew it wasn't from her. Besides, there wasn't any splatter of anything like that. Just a red smear in one spot and a few smaller smears in another.

An animal was leaking. And not in a good way. As if any leaking could be considered a good thing.

Process of elimination. I'd think it's too much blood to be from the cats. Romeo's fur was still prestine and sparkly, no signs of blood. That leaves Lady. Lady is old. Lady has developed fatty lumps, as do most old dogs. Lady is fat. Lady turned her nose to a treat when I handed them out. Fat dogs don't refuse treats. They just don't. It's a fact. Besides, these spots were in the same spots that she uses to... relieve herself, if she doesn't make it outside in time.

So deduction tells me that Lady did it, in the kitchen, with her bladder or colon.

Eww.

When nothing but blood comes out when you're trying to pee or poop... that's not a good sign. Whether you're human or otherwise.

I decided it would be best to leave it there for my mom to see when she got home. Okay, so I just didn't want to clean it up. But it was a valid excuse. I actually did want her to see that is was entirely blood, and nothing else, otherwise the severity of the situation wouldn't sink it.

So now we're stuck with what to do. Wait it out? Take her to the vet and spend money that we don't have?

I made her cry when I voiced what she only dared to think.

"As much as we love her, it's more important that we not lose the house."

Neither of us wanted to admit it. But we both knew the truth. I just felt it needed to be heard and not avoided.

Anyone that knows me really well, knows that I would do anything to insure that my pets were in perfect health. If this means me going without food, then so be it. But losing a house while having to deal with four animals, personal effects, and of course, a new residence... well, that's just not an option. And my entire torso is in knots simply from the idea that I have to let my dog essentially bleed to death.

She seems perfectly fine. She's very attentive. She's running around, even digging in the yard. The colour in her eyes and gums are normal. The only difference in her behaviour is not eating or taking treats.

Now, on the plus side, while I was there for two days, she started eating. She even accepted treats. Not to get too descriptive, but she used the bathroom again, and it was still bloody and nasty. But this morning, when we woke up, she had left a nice surprise in the kitchen. A none-red surprise. And before I left, she left another brown surprise in the yard.

I'm still very concerned. I don't want to just assume everything is honky dory now just because my dog has normal shit again. But at the same time, I want to believe that she's fine and it was just a passing thing. A way to clean out her system. I want to believe so much, because I realize that there's nothing we could do for her if it were something serious. And as long as it is just a passing thing, then it would be one less concern that we have to cope with right now.

One less concern is a great thing indeed.

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