Six repetitive days now, Knuckle's and I have spent our time driving 20 miles, waiting, napping - shuttled in and out of exam rooms, poked, prodded, belly-shaved, X-Ray'd and Ultrasounded, IV'd with fluids, with cultures cultured and numerous "panels" sent out to labs. In return, we've been hugged, petted and medicated - and almost drained of all available funds. We've met every sweetheart staff and caring employee - all of the receptionists, nurses and techs, the 'on-duty' veterinarians, internists and radiologists. With his temperature continuously hovering around 105 degrees - he's not well. And, he's not feeling it.
On today's checkout, an incoming dog's owner glanced over at Knuckles silently shivering, and mentioned, "He looks like a Ridgeback, without the ridge". And, all I could was, "That's why we're here, to get his Ridge back.
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