She’s Back.

Lughnasa and the Labor Day Moon

Special afternoon edition. Rigel is home! We picked her up at 12:30. She came walking out, a small pink bandage on her left front leg, otherwise pretty normal. A bit tired from the constant bustle of doggy ICU.

We spent just the right amount of money on her. Which was enough to get her back home alive.

I was overcome with feelings of love and gratitude and relief, burying my face in Rigel’s as the vet tech said, “She’s a perfect girl.” An overused word, perfect. But apropos for Rigel. So many of our dogs, most of them, in equally serious situations died. She didn’t. Not today.