Three years ago, I became very ill. I put out dog food and water, took some aspirin, lay down to sleep, and woke up ten days later in the Trauma Center at UMC Hospital in Tucson. I had apparently wandered into the bathroom, fell, hit my head on the tub, and then lay unconscious on the floor for EIGHT DAYS!! I had just moved into a new house, knew almost no one, so no one missed me. My next-door neighbor, who was an EMT, finally realized that something might be wrong, so he broke into the house and found me literally stuck to the floor, 15 minutes from death. I was medi-vacced to the nearest Trauma Center and spent three weeks in the hospital, because I couldn't walk, eat, read or write. It was a long crawl back to wellness, and I lost most of my teeth because of the calcium deprivation, and I've never totally recovered, but I'm doing a lot better than I WAS, that's for sure...

If anyone had realized that I was missing in action, I wouldn't have lost as much as I did. This is why, dear Dottie and others, I become so alarmed when someone "disappears."
We in no way meant to invade your privacy, but the worst case scenario did happen to me and my four-leggeds, and I don't want it to ever happen to anyone else again, not like that...

Please know that we all care very very much and send you loads of hugs and kisses!!!

Margi and Ladywolf

Margi, what an awful thing to have happened to you, you were so lucky to survive eight days in that condition. Thank goodness for that neighbour or yours. Personally, I would rather do something and be wrong a dozen times, than do nothing that one time I was right. Dottie will understand there was love behind our actions. Last Summer one of my daughter's older neighbours hadn't been seen around for a couple of days, so my daughter and her cousin went to her house to check on her. They saw her through the window sitting in a chair and there was no response to their knocks. They called the police, but my daughter didn't wait for them, she broke down the door. The old lady had put the heat cycle on instead of the cooling and she had died from heat exhaustion. In this case there was a son who cared, but nobody predicted this happening. Take care xx

madi xx

That's a sad story too, Madi, and these things can happen so easily!

I forgot to mention that my dogs survived by drinking water from the toilet bowl, ripping open the new bag of dog food I had just bought, and letting themselves in and out the back door. Pretty clever--but can you imagine what THEY went through during this time? (Though I could have killed the Wolf for not pulling a Lassie or a Rin-Tin-Tin and venturing into town to seek help. I guess they were just waiting patiently for me to wake up, poor things!)

"Better safe than sorry" sounds so trite, but it's also so true!

XOXOXOXO--

Margi

So sorry for you Ladywolf, how terrible. My sister was found basically the same way. She didn't show up for work (she lived in another state than our family) and her work called around and found my nieces phone number...after several more attempts at calling her, my niece called the police...they went out and broke down the door...she was not ok, she was already gone.

Yes, better to be wrong a dozen times Madi.

Hugs to all,
Sonya

Sonya, that's just awful, what a shock for you to have your sister found like that. She would have been young I'm guessing, a real shame. Hugs xx

madi xx

Oh, Sonya, how terribly sad. A loss like that lingers forever, doesn't it?

My mother committed suicide a long time ago, and I've never completely recovered...

I'm so sorry to hear about your sister.

Margi and the Wolf