My Mom got so sick again yesterday. I stayed with her all day and did not even go to the backyard for myself. I was guarding Mom and letting her know it would be OK. Mom cried and whimpered like a puppy. She was in a lot of pain.
It was a blessing that Dad picked Jamie up from school, because Mom could only lie in bed and throw up in the bathroom. Those incidents became so frequent and horrible that, in the end, Mom just lay down on the cool tiles and stayed there. I could not get her up, no matter how much I licked her face.
When Dad brought Jamie home from school, everyone was looking for Mom. I danced and danced in front of the bathroom doorway in response to Jamie asking me where Mom was. Jamie went into the bathroom and found Mom lying there. I helped! I had my “Lassie” moment!
Mom went to the ER again in a small, square, truck with flashing lights. I did not like that a bit. Erik came over and took Jamie for something to eat as it was getting late. Dad and Erik went to the hospital in shifts. That meant I had to do some crate time. I was upset about the situation and barked in the crate. Everyone said they understood, my feelings, though.
When Mom came home she could hardly stand. I sniffed her carefully all over, then tucked her into bed and lay right next to her. Dad smiled, and Mom called me her “Guardian Angel” dog. Today I am tired from watching over Mom. But I have to do my duty again today. Mom could not go to work today and I must look after her.
Woof! Love, Maggie