The actual day of Thanksgiving started off very poorly, with Lytton jumping off the bed and squealing in pain. He continued to cry and couldn't walk down stairs. I tried to get the local vet, but he didn't answer his pager even after several tries, so I ended up going to St. Stephen where it was not a holiday. Jesse and Sabrina arrived just as I had to leave for the appointment I had made. I left them to themselves and drove through a blizzard to get to the clinic. Even though Lytton was diagnosed with a back injury, the x-ray also showed that his bladder stones are back. Both things are very discouraging and frightening, but he got a shot of prednisone and was feeling his old self by the next day. I have to ignore the prognosis for the time being and will call Dr. Cloutier next week about the stones.
When I finally got back from St. Stephen, I followed through with my plan to have Thanksgiving with the Bradburys. It was such a relief to be able to relax and enjoy the rest of the afternoon without pressure. I enjoyed myself immensely and felt so glad to have such wonderful friends. Phylis and Bob were there and so were Lisa and Will's four children, who were pleasant company and a nice addition to the group of adults. The atmosphere was comfortable and the dinner was fabulous. Just what Thanksgiving should be.
I came home feeling happy and ready to start my visit with Sabrina and Jesse.
