Zing lost his zing (but he got it back)

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

This morning Zing walked behind me, not prancing ahead as he usually does. He was slower, and I can only assume that his tail was still wagging. By the time we got home and had coffee, I was worried that Zing was dying. 

I do let him nose in the bushes sometimes, because I think he misses sniffing along trails in the North Florida woods. Maybe he ate some poisonous old thing. Or maybe I rolled over on him in the night, snuffing out his oxygen.

By the time we got back home he was lethargic, just lying on the carpet — not even going to his favorite pillow. I tried not to panic — Clark would have calmed me down — and I waited until noon or so. Finally Zing perked up and we went for a second walk. He seems to be OK tonight. Maybe he just had a little bug. I heard him sneeze once. 

Today I was going to get us started on the Clonidine anti-anxiety routine, but I put it off until tomorrow. These things are more complicated than they sound.

I learned that I love having Zing around. The idea of being without him was pretty bleak. Yes, he’s trouble! But I guess that doesn’t matter. 

Love,
k