On Saturday morning, when I went to take my shower, Squashies didn't come running for our ritual time together. Thinking she was too sick to come, I was heart-broken. I had a tearful shower, remembering our last Girl-time together. She, on the throne, guarding the door while I was behind the curtain, then an incredibly graceful jump to the counter when it was time to get dolled-up.
I took her brushes down to the tree where she was sleeping; we would do Girl-time there. When I went to brush her, she startled. I realized she couldn't hear me... at all.
Squashies was deaf.
It was sad to see her so lost and confused. She and I have always communicated verbally. She understands many sounds, such as the shower, meaning it will soon be "Girl-time" and "I'll be right back," meaning that she should wait for me, the rattle of the Temptations bag... BLISS. And endless singing... we have a song for every event, and sometimes, such as our rendition of Old MacSquashies, she would join in.
We spent most of the weekend in her favorite place- the deck, where she alternately sunned herself and sat in my lap when she got to warm. A quiet weekend, all too quiet for Squashies.
|Relying on her nose, where her ears fail her|
|Resting in the box-of-lawn|
Inexplicably, last night, without visual stimulation, she jumped up when I opened the treat bag. The paw-power, and anti-inflammatory drops were doing their job! Our little girl could hear again.
Both she and I,are manic about this change of events. With each passing moment her confidence grows. We even had Girl-time this morning, with one small deviation. After several minutes of butt wiggling and doubtful looks at the counter, I lifted her over the cavernous space between toilet and 'catwalk'. She didn't seem to mind. Instantly she was "MAC, MAAAACing" away to Old MacSquashies.
I thank you all again, for giving me this space to sort it all out, and for your understanding, which means the world to me.
|Showing her up-side-down heart love for her furends.|