Henry, the Cavalier King Charles who descends from royalty has survived a brush with a most grievous calamity. It seems, two weeks ago, the Cavalier King had a close call in what proved to be an unfortunate accident. Against all odds he smacked his head into a lamp post, thus scratching the cornea of his left eye.
It was enough to knock him off his royal throne, and send him sailing into the bushes. Toby, a passerby Maltese who arrived seconds after the mishap, claimed to see tiny stars spinning around Henry’s Royal head as Henry wobbled to and fro.
“I was gobsmacked,” said a shaken Henry.
“Touch and go,” an eyewitness who saw it all was overheard to say.
The eyewitness was none other than Oliver Twist, a two-year-old Maltipoo and sidekick companion to the Cavalier King. Mr. Twist, with a look of horror in his eyes, went on to describe the accident as “ghastly.”
“I was terrified,” admitted the young lad. “After hitting his head, Henry seemed to lose all sense of balance and came careening toward me. I barked like mad, sure that I was to be crushed by his oncoming girth. Thankfully, Cook intervened, and her extended hand caught Henry in the nick of time. I might have laughed at the sight of him, had I not been overcome with a sense of impending doom.”
His royal highness, as Henry prefers to be called, would later say, “I felt as though someone was pulling me toward the lamp post. It was as if I was having an out of body experience. Or perhaps it was Cook. After all, she had been holding my leash. I can’t be certain as I’m still in shock.”
Attempts to reach Cook by phone were unsuccessful, though later she issued a brief statement through her attorney. It went something like this:
“At first, Cook wouldn’t take me to the emergency room, which would have been my preference seeing how I was in bloody pain,” said Henry. “Something about wanting to save money, she said. But I come from strong stock. Noblesse oblige and all that, so I muddled through. Though, with one eye out of commission and smarting like the Dickens, I kept tripping over the furniture, unable to gain my balance. After what seems like ages, Cook finally sought medical attention for me. It’s amazing what medicine can do.”
“Er, no need to bring that up, Laddy,” scolded a perturbed Henry. “That was only, ahem, temporary. Needless to say, it’s all better now, thanks to the Royal Doctor.”
When asked what it was that put the Cavalier King on the path to healing, the Royal Doctor explained, “Henry had what we in the veterinary field call, a Corneal Ulcer, and it was his own blood that cured it. We drew his blood from his posterior, then spinned it into a plasma serum which was used as eye drops. The result was truly remarkable.”
“And gross,” interjected the Twist boy.
“I’m just thankful to be alive,” said Henry who is now in the peak of health. “Who knows what would have happened if Cook hadn’t broken my fall?”
“Or if she had taken you sooner to see the Royal Doctor instead of letting the wound fester for weeks,” countered the mischievous Mr. Twist.
When contacted for a statement on Henry’s improved condition, Cook, through her attorney, said something that went like this:
“Oh, is he all better? Whew. That’s a relief. What was my involvement in the accident, you ask? Well, that depends. Is he suing me for negligence? Then, no comment.”