Now it's Wednesday--four days later. It hasn't gone away. The wife is out of town and I'm spending all day alone in a house with a suffering animal. It's been one of the worst (half) weeks of my life.
As anyone who's ever been around a suffering animal can tell you, they don't act like healthy animals. They walk with their tail down. They cower in odd places--Bink right now is huddled under an end table by our couch, pressed up against the wall. It's as if he wants to make himself disappear, as if by taking himself out of existence he can also take his pain out of existence.
Of course we have to take him back to the Vet. (We're waiting one more day to see if there's any improvement). That doesn't promise to lead anything good, however. The most likely reason Bink is suffering is so much is that he has a slipped disc, or a pinched nerve in his back. Neither of those prognoses are good ones--neither are ones that admit to treatment. If it's just inflammation, of a muscular-skeletal problem, it should begin to get better soon. Let's hope it does.