Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Wake Up Call

Sometimes I don't appreciate how good normal days are. Sometimes I get bored with routine and the everyday drama that unfolds. Sometimes I get overly upset at the little things without any real reason.

Like last week, my beloved golden retriever (whom we shall call Pooch) placed fresh grass strains on our carpet. I was (too) furious with him. Self: get a clue, dirt happens.

This past weekend Pooch got very ill. What started with vomiting, bloody diarrhea and refusal to eat, ended with 2 separate vet visits and a hospital stay. At one point, the vet muttered he hoped it wasn't a grave situation.

My eyes welled up with tears. My heart free-fell to my feet. And I didn't hear another word he said.

Pooch is my true blue. He has co-piloted me through countless trials, tribulations and tumultuous times. He was by my side for every one of of Bear's feedings and awakenings. He is at my feet for every blog post I write and read.

In the past few days he has made a complete turnaround and we think he will be okay. He is wagging his tail again. The vet guesses he ate something he shouldn't have.

It's the little, everyday, mundane things that I instantly wanted back when, for a moment, I thought they were fleeting. I needed a wake-up call. And I got it.

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