Today (Sunday) was not a good day. I had the worst seizure yet.
During the "hectic time"of getting me into the house my husband had the kids gate the dogs. The dogs were freaking out. My husband put me in the guest room (there was no way I could make it upstairs) and I remember pleading, "Please let the dogs in."
He actually gave in to my request before calling the ER. Good thing I got his priorities straight.
(It only involved unlatching the baby gate as he walked to the phone)
Jack (my oldest) immediately crawled in bed right next to me. He's like butter. He molds right to me....head next to my shoulder...nev
er taking those chocolate eyes off of me and laying perfectly still.
Jilly kept watch from the foot of the bed...also perfectly still.
Daisy......wel
l.....Daisy hasn't quite got the hang of it yet. I sort of remember 111 lbs of Daisy sitting across my legs and my husband pulling her off. She really is still at an age where she needs me more than she needs to watch over me.
Jack really is my hero. He always knows when I'm ill.
I don't know how he knows but he does.
He was howling at the door before my husband brought me in from the car today.
He just always knows when something is wrong with me.
I don't know how many times....from the flu...to a bad day...to this recent health issue ....that Jack's fur has soaked up my tears. He's always there.
Aren't dogs the best?
Aw....who am I kidding? I'm preaching to the choir.