I was sleeping. Peacefully, finally. And I am dreaming that there are screaming bells, that just won't stop. I wake and realize it is not in my dream but is the phone by my bedside. And it is 5:30 AM. AM! Who calls at 5:30 in the morning? Nothing good.
Instinctively I know, it is either the nursing home about my mother or vet about my dog. Either way, my heart skips a beat or two. It is the vet.
Sort of good news though. He is stable. Still not pooped. But he ate. And now they have something to move though the intestines or get blocked. If it gets blocked, they will know where the obstruction is located. And then the surgery can begin.
So, bottom line is....I still don't know.