The Second, Second Best Blog

By now, everyone who knows Yuki has heard of her unfortunate encounter with a truck. We brought her home from the hospital Sunday night. My most excellent spouse, Patricia, is once again tasked with caring for a nearly helpless being. The big difference this time is she is not a strong and energetic 20 something and this “baby” weighs about 45 pounds. It is truly amazing to see her mother instincts kick in again. After just a few hours I swear she is tuned in to Yuki’s every twitch and sound.

By the time I got home from work today, she was beyond exhausted. We took Yuki out into the backyard for a few minutes prior to turning her over. She really was not thrilled with the experience so I carried here back in the house, this time to my room so I could keep an eye on her while Pat got some rest. In due course, both girls fell asleep.

I doubt Yuki has gotten much satisfying sleep since her ordeal began. But now that she had had a drink of water and a little bite to eat and was reasonably comfortable, her eyes narrowed to little slits with just a bit of white showing and for awhile the only sign of life was the gentle rise and fall of her rib cage.

I was sitting in my recliner watching the news while she slept on her bed beside me on the floor. I heard the blankets and pads on her bed begin to rustle. I looked down to see her three good legs twitching, forward and back, forward and back, forward and back. She began breathing hard and fast. It looked for all the world like she was running hard in her dreams. Then she woke up…s t r e t c h e d, blinked a couple of times…I imagined she was running and came to a crashing stop as reality settled around her once again.