Down in his back

  Years ago whenever he was feeling poorly, Pop would say he was "down in his back".  This was usually a sore back caused by overwork on the farm.  The stress and strain of lifting heavy objects or the strain on the back from working the rows with a hoe often caused soreness and stiffness.  Pop carried on without much ado about it other than making the aforementioned statement and taking a "Doan's Backache Pill".  One of those little green pill cans could always be found sitting on the gun rack of all places!  Whatever worked, I guess.

  But now, Mr. PJ, the old dog, is down in his back.  Arthritis and age are taking a toll on the poor dog.  Even with the doggie version of backache pills, he still yelps in pain and trembles until I pull him toward me and hold tight to him.  It seems to comfort him to know someone cares.  I do.  He and I have endured a long, couple of sleepless nights.  His pain seems to worsen at night causing him to be disoriented and frightful.  Until he finds me, he panics.  

  Although he has only been on the Bayou for a year now, he has become "mine".  He and I are never apart and it worries me to see him in so much pain.  Poor old Mr. PJ.  My heart breaks.