We’ve had a hard week, Mom and I.
I got sick again.
Mom took me to the vet…the prognosis wasn’t good.
Mom cried and cried and cried.
Then, after giving me all the meds…I seem to be doing better.
It’s my nose again.
Maybe my chest.
Maybe my stomach.
The x-rays didn’t really say.
Mom just couldn’t afford all the blood work and the ultra-sounds and all the other tests.
So, she and I talked about it.
We decided to go with the x-rays and the medication.
The prednisone pumped me up so much I couldn’t sleep. Spent the whole night panting, and moving up and down, going in and out.
Just the antibiotic for my nose.
Mom and I talked about that also.
It all started back up with all the smoke in the area.
Yesterday Mom said: “Come on, Boomie. You and I need a change of pace. This panting and huffing and puffing is not good.”
Up I went with her to check the water.
We went at noon and again in the evening.
Honestly, I think I am better today.
I sure hope so.
Mom and I have our fingers and paws crossed.
I trust Mom.
Mom kisses me lots on the nose and tells me to work hard and get well, Boomie. “We have lots of stuff still to do together.”
(Mom doesn’t really know how things are going to go. Please pray for the best. The best for Boomie. I will do my best to accept whatever is meant to be. Thank you, my friends!)
From my heart to your world,