That’s odd - I’m dreaming about a braying donkey. A few moments of confusion when I came out of that
deep sleep and the donkey hadn’t gone away.
Geeze, it’s my dog and that’s not a dream. Rainey had rolled over onto the site where
her leg had once been and was screaming in pain. I got up and helped her to sit up. She whimpered and quivered while I rubbed her
head and held her. Once calm I made sure
that she laid down so that she wouldn’t roll onto the wound again. Back in bed I wondered, ‘Did we do the right
thing?’ I glanced down and she was
already back to sleep and once I calmed myself down I reasoned that this is
going to be one of multiple challenges for the next 10 days or so. ‘Don’t get hasty with doubts.’
