No Cadbury Eggs for Crandall This Easter; Rather, I Found my Achilles Heal and What It Takes to Do Me In

I was drinking coffee when Mike called. He wanted to know about Glamis and I reported, "She had a fantastic Saturday. Played with Jake, ate well, cuddled with Pam. Her meds are going well."

Then I let her outside. 

She laid down, and fell asleep. It was overcast. Dogs were barking in all the neighborhood yards, so I went to check on her. She was sleeping, so I went back inside to do dishes and to pee. When I came back out, she was missing. I looked out front, and no dog. I asked Chitunga, "You didn't let Glamis in, did you?" 

I found her under the deck in a pile of leaves curled like a fox, shivering She's never done that, so I coaxed her out into the sunlight. By then, the gray clouds parted. She took a few steps towards me and collapsed. Laid at my side. So I cuddled with her in the grass. We stayed outside for an hour or so and I just pet her. She began to get the shivers and I held her closer. Chitunga came outside and I said, "We need to get her indoors." 

We got her to the couch, and that's where she and I stayed for a few more hours. I was surprised when she got energy to get up and walk to the back door. I figured she had to pee, and when I opened the door, she collapsed on the back porch, I carried her to the grass, but she didn't pee. She fell asleep, so we got her back inside. She drank water (took her meds) then fell asleep again. I decided to go for a walk to get fresh air, and when I came back she managed to get upstairs onto my bed. She's been asleep ever since, but woke up to take more meds. We both take turns checking on her. 

Meanwhile, the #VerseLove challenge for the day was to write an advice poem like Gwendolyn Brooks, and I was in love with the Short Beach skyline yesterday, and the trash along the streets and beach from a year of Covid sort of got in my crawl. Back in the day, I helped lead Beargrass Creek clean-ups every Earth Day, and I'm feeling a need to do something similar in Stratford. Tunga and I did have an Easter dinner (thanks to him, not to me) as he, like me, thought Easter was Saturday. HEY, Crandalls! Easter Sunday, already. I joked with him on Friday night after the Good Friday dinner with my cousin and the girls that Easter was all on him. So, he went to a local diner and got ham dinners. That's what we ate last night. Then he went to meet a friend for a Long Beach sunset. 

I retreated to my front porch (warmed by the Easter sun) and read, while checking every few minutes on Glamis the Wonder Dog. 

So, no Cadbury Eggs or jellybeans in 2021. Just prayers and hope.