I got a call late yesterday and Lucas won’t come home today. Friday seems to be the day of choice right now and not all the problems are medical, I fear. Lucas is bleeding but not bad. He has some issues in not urinating when they walk him and they might have to put in a catheter. He’s never peed before on a leash so I understand that part. Lucas, I fear, just wants to go home. They say Friday. That’s a long time away for us all. The depression has got to be getting to him because it’s getting to the rest of us.
Sam is immune to missing most people and dogs except one woman and me, but he isn’t the same right now. Sam is more needy than ever even though he is getting more attention. Lillith came unglued when I took Lucas from her and she isn’t doing well at all. She seems to think if she acts up enough Lucas will return to make her behave. I’m constantly having to tell her to get down from pawing at the windows and doors. Lillith wants to go looking for Lucas and if I don’t get him back soon I’m afraid she might.
This is as good as it will get until we get Lucas back home. I feel tired all the time and I can’t write anymore. I can’t stand the idea of Lucas thinking he’s been abandoned or he’s being punished or whatever he’s thinking right now. He’s alone in a strange place with people he doesn’t know and no one is telling him the things he’s always been told. No matter how good they treat him there is no way he feels loved like he feels at home.
The people of this world have been good to me and Lucas, very good, much better than I could have ever hoped or dreamed and I am incredible grateful for each and every person who has contacted me in various ways during this time. The one bright spot in all of this is how people are responding to Lucas the Lumpy and I am truly appreciative.
But I just want my dog back at home with his pack right now.