Lughnasa College Moon
Vega cut her right leg near the knee. “Yeah, right there. They’re running, snag something.” The Vet at the Coon Rapids Emergency Veterinary Clinic. Always on a Sunday. Emergency vet care is, by definition, expensive. We try to avoid it, but with the number of dogs we’ve had over the years, things happen on the weekends.
(Vega in a typical position.)
The first place we took her, Blue Pearl Emergency Vet Clinic in Blaine, closed because of the number of critical care incidents they had. They could take no more patients. That’s how we ended up in Coon Rapids.
Vega is stoic. She walked in this afternoon, not limping, but a huge triangular flap of skin hanging down. The cut exposed a tendon and muscle underneath, as if it was an anatomy illustration.
When we brought her home, after the cut had been debreeded and repaired with staples, she paced for about an hour, maybe more, an after effect of a pain medication she received just before leaving the clinic. Pacing is so far from Vega’s normal lady of leisure attitude toward life that it put both Kate and me on edge. She did finally calm down.
