To get to the important bit first, it is now five days later and they are both back home. We can probably be assured that there was one culprit and one witness, but without words, without a test to say one way or the other, they both had to be treated as if they had eaten them all. Darby's last tests on his kidneys show some damage, with higher levels of kidney-badness (tech term) than he should have, but they seem functional, and he is as naughty and silly as ever. Lollii is perfectly fine despite having to endure everything for nothing. So the queston is, why does this course of events seem more like a sign and less like the random nature of randomness? To me, it is like the 'Universe' was goading me into comparisons. You think that because V—— is unsure and nervous about this commitment you are proposing, that is okay to cry; try this—your dogs may seem perfectly fine and then drop down dead in four days (that was my interpretation of what the vet said). That is something to cry about, isn't it? Or, you can't wait for V—— to get a deposit together because you need this change NOW. Well let's just set your deposit back nearly four grand then. You won't be in such a hurry then will you? Can you see where the idea of cosmic intervention is coming into my head from? But maybe what it all really comes down to is emotion. Because in the clarity that comes with your beloved fur-babies being home and safe, the idea that it was all just coincidence with consequences that need to be dealt with becomes feasible again. I might not run to an exterior entity just yet.
Who Wore It Better?
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