Wulfie came up to my bed and was yowling for his morning attention. I went to pet him and noticed ... his TAIL missing. I gaped for a second and said out loud, "WULFIE...WHERE IS YOUR TAIL?!" All that was left was maybe an inch and a half fuzzy stub. The rest was laying on the floor a few feet away.
I freaked out and went to pick him up and noticed as I did so.. part of his paw crumbled off into my hand. It was his back right paw.. and the part that came off felt like it had...dried out... like the back of an old rug. I held Beowulf and shrieked at Lisa to get me the phone book.
It is always a torturous exercise to try to read in dreams and this was no exception as I tried to find an emergency vet. (It WAS Sunday night in my dream.) I called my mom...who didn't seem to be paying any attention to what I was telling her. I can't remember what she was talking about but I finally had to yell at her midsentence. "MOM! BEOWULF'S TAIL AND PAW *FELL* OFF!"
She told me that all the vets were closed...it was Sunday night!
I finally left a message on a vet's answering machine...and as I did so my heart sank, not because I had no idea what was wrong with my boy...and he SEEMED just fine, despite his tail and part of his back paw crumbling off...but because I knew it was going to be *expensive.*