Continuing the story of Lydia and Me
I needed a rest today; Lydia did too.
It’s raining.
She shows no interest in or inclination to go out in it.
We’re normally both all-weather girls, but today I have no interest in or inclination to go out in it either.
I leave the back door open so that she can go outside if she needs to, and go back to bed.
On checking my phone mid-afternoon, I see that it’s still showing the “connect charger” message.
There is no light on the extension board and no light comes on when I press the wall switch. We have a power cut.
My phone charge is low so I turn it off, in case of emergency.
Thankfully, I can boil some water on the gas hob so make myself a cup of tea.
This is a ‘down day’ but not a ‘down day’.
The depression that I’ve been working through most of my life has gone, as has most of the more recent anxiety.
I’m tired – of course I am – but I’m neither ‘down’ nor ‘out’. I’m OK. We’re OK.
When I look over at Lydia, she is gently licking her paws and doing what she needs to do to look after herself, like I do.
For now, that means doing very little, and that’s enough.
Later we do go out for a walk, between showers.
When I give Lydia her tea, feeding her by hand as I always do, she waits a full two minutes in the “stay” position before I reward her with a raw chicken drumstick.
As always, I remind anyone and everyone to take veterinary advice on any aspect of dog feeding and nutrition. I only know what works for me and Lydia. All dogs are different, just like all people are different.
The power comes back on.
Glad About 