Suzy and Cazzie
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: Up North & Down South
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I want to preface this story by assuring all of you that I raised four children, all of whom are middle-aged now, and who, with the exception of Bachelor Son, have children of their own. I was probably no better or worse than the other Moms on my street, and always insisted on clean clothes and faces (although my daughter says that I ruined her life by making her wear two different socks to school one day. Hey, they were both yellow, what do you want?) If someone was bleeding, they were quickly encouraged to get out to the kitchen where they could bleed on the linoleum, and if they were bored, it was "go outside and play," even in zero weather. And I operated under the premise if one spoonful of medicine was good for you, two must be even better! All this to say, I'm really not a bad Mommy, not really!
The morning of departure, I knew that our house would be a zoo. Last minute packing, cleaning, making sure everything was together; our son was there to help his dad with heavy chores, and my Mom had spent Thanksgiving week with us and was now sitting patiently, waiting to be taken back home to Ohio... Cazzie would be a basket case with all the unaccustomed activity.
I had two bottles of tranqs for him, one from the FL vet and one from the MI vet. Not that I'm hording tranqs, but it's always good to be prepared! Up to then, I had used the MI bottle, but that day, I picked up the FL bottle. I gave Cazzie 1/2 tablet at 6 a.m. and the other half at 9. He became glassy-eyed and woozy.
DH is saying (loudly) "You've killed Cazzie!"
You see, I didn't read the dosage on the FL bottle....
Panic, anguish, anxiety, guilt...what to do. On-line I went, found the remedy, applied it, cleaned up the mess on the living room carpet with no recriminations, and Cazzie was good to go. Mom sat at the kitchen table doing word puzzles. I hardly forgot anything except a load of towels I left in the drier.
P.S. Cazzie is very happy and tells me that he doesn't hold anything against me. By the Grace of God!
Sweet Chelsie Coton