Kalu received 25 stitches in two layers yesterday. His stomach had opened up in a 12 inch long, triangular cut. I don't know how it happened. It took the vet nearly two hours to clean him and sew him up.
Kalu is alive. He bleeds now and then when he scratches himself. His head is in a plastic basket, so he won't bite off the bandage. But I have some hope now. Maybe he won't die.
I was thinking last night, how I've spent so many nights turning to prayer. How odd that, when I never even visit temples or conduct pooja and things like that. But sometimes, the only thing you need to ask for in a prayer is for the dog to heal.
Kalu is alive. He bleeds now and then when he scratches himself. His head is in a plastic basket, so he won't bite off the bandage. But I have some hope now. Maybe he won't die.
I was thinking last night, how I've spent so many nights turning to prayer. How odd that, when I never even visit temples or conduct pooja and things like that. But sometimes, the only thing you need to ask for in a prayer is for the dog to heal.
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