Pema is dead. Tick. Treated fortnightly. Hair clipped. Vet didn't think it was a tick, admitted he didn't do a thorough search and gave her a shot because she'd had cruciate ligament surgery (a year ago) and sent us back to the house we had rented for our holiday. Vet had 5 dogs in for ticks at the time and seemed to ignore the fact that Pema has been working cattle in a paddock for 6 months even though she'd had knee surgery.Bad tick season because of wet and vegetation. Next day she could not walk at all. Back to vet where nurse found tick in 5 minutes in feathers on a front leg. Pema crashed about 15 hours into treatment. Can't recommend South Grafton vet. Pema was sent on her way in a beautiful wild river in full flood.
I sit and watch you from my window,
Giving yourself away,
You've been working hard all day
I see the ground catch at your feet,
I see the sweet signs of defeat,
Like you're beaten but you feel no pain
And then you turn to me instinctively,
Checking if you're alone,
Like a reflex from my guilty mind
I fall away into the background,
Like a shadow on the wall,
To leave you with your peace of mind
I watch from my window up high,
All alone in this room,
So many people go the same way,
I think it's time that I changed my view
I got nothing got left to lose,
Well you're the part of my memories
That I never wanna live without



