***One of Bernie's big brown eyes; January 1, 2009***
I'm sure Thom Yorke actually had old dogs in mind when he penned those lyrics. Anyway, Bernie is home alive and well. My brilliant vet figured it out: Bernie is hot, with her big furry coat and somewhat constricted airway, she can't cool like she's used to, because doggies cool by panting. Her leg is fine, too--strained, sprained maybe but no joint or bone damage. She'll get over it. I got all this info for the grand total of zero dollars. My vet was good to talk to, said I know what I'm doing and to trust my gut. She did say that she sees more people regret waiting too long than doing it too soon. Good to know. My gut this evening said bring her home, get her summer fans out, and see if we can sleep. We'll go from there. I was so sure I was going to part with her today that this afternoon I looked into tickets to Vegas in two weeks to cheer me up.
I talked to the Tahoe Daily Tribune editor tonight. I'll post the link when the story is live on their website. Interestingly, he adopted a dog from the Tahoe shelter in 1994--his dog probably knew Bernie!
I appreciate all the comments and emails I've received from everyone. Peace.
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