Most people I know will give a baffled look back when you ask them what love is. I have a good explanation, but it probably only relevant to me so I will keep it to myself. Why am I bringing up the subject of love. Has anything extraordinary happened in my life that deserves a post at 3AM? Nothing exciting or new to write about. So why am I writing about it?
Because I just came back from the vet. Schori's vet to be precise. It started earlier today when I noticed that he's not being himself and kind of squashed. When I got home neither of my dogs noticed I came back and they weren't waiting at the gate for me. Strange, but hay it's Israeli summer so they probably kept themselves in the shade at the entrance of the house. I took them out for a long walk. Schori didn't seem too enthusiastic about it, but again I thought the heat was the cause. He kept on being squashed after the walk and I started getting worried. Nothing I offered made him try and move. The only thing was when I offered to go out on another walk. I took some tennis balls with me and he was willing to play fetch for a long time so everything seemed back to normal. I went to bed and about an hour after I fell asleep I woke up because of the room's light. I checked on him again and he was squashed even more. A few minutes passed in which I tried to asses the situation. I ended up calling the vet and meeting him at the clinic. It turned out that Schori had low blood count in everything. Which means 1 of 2 things: He was poisoned. A neighbor threatened me last week, indirectly of course, that my dogs will be poisoned if I don't keep them away from the fence (literal translation), or he developed Lyme decease from a tick's bite. The vet currently thinks that it's probably case of Lyme decease more than poisoning (especially since my other dog doesn't show any symptoms of poisoning). This isn't good for me on a personal level: in trying to separate Schori in a fight with another dog he, accidentally, bit me in the leg pretty badly. I told the vet about it, but he assured me that if he does has Lyme decease he didn't pass it to me. I hope he's right.
So what is the connection to the subject? When we love someone we do things that on a normal sercomstance we would think it's crazy to do, including spending tons of money. To date Schori has cost me roughly 7000 USD in the last 6 months. A hefty price. I'm not regretting the expense even a bit. I'm actually worried that the reason for it will disappear.
Stay tuned. This isn't the end of the story, just the end of this post ...
