Doing My Job

It's still a mystery why I am sick.  But I think I am getting better.  And I am still doing my job, which is to take care of MOM.  This is an important job and I take it seriously and no sickness will make me stop doing that.  You'll see what I mean in a minute.

Still sick, but resting

Last night I had a difficult time taking my medicine.  MOM kept at it and finally I did take my meds.  Then she tried to get me to eat.  She tried to give me canned dog food (something I almost never get) no go, then she tried the chicken and rice, nope, scrambled eggs, pee-u, yogurt, I thought about it, but no.  Then she tried multi grain bread, hummm, OK I'll have a little of that.  So I ate some bread and then I finally ate a little chicken and rice, hand fed of course.  Then I went and laid on the couch with MOM.

Being taken care of

With me being so sick MOM has put on hold doing some of the things she needs to do.  She says, "First things first.  And you are first Goose."  That's sweet huh?  Since I was sleeping she thought she would try and get caught up on some stuff, like homework, sermon, homeless shelter stuff, ironing.  With all that I guess she forgot to eat her own dinner, and I think she might have forgotten to take her medicines.  She's not sure if she forgot, she can't remember if she did or didn't.   Around a quarter to 1AM she went to bed, I went too.

Sleepy time

Then somewhere in the 3 o'clock hour I sprung into action.  MOM was not doing so well.  Even though she was asleep I knew she was slipping into that kind of sleep that is BAD, the kind you don't wake up from.  So I got off the bed and went to her side and started to whine and push her side with my nose.  I got very little response.  So then I barked and pulled on her hand.  Still not much response.  Then I jumped back on the bed and barked and put my paw on her chest and sort of pushed.  Finally I laid on her chest and got my face right into her face.  I licked her face.  Then I got real serious and I barked right into her face.  This is what I said, "Hey woman!" (I have to get tough like that, but I mean it with all the love in the world.)  "Hey Woman if you don't get up and take whatever it is you take to help you out of these coma things, then I am going to PUKE right in your face.  Don't think I won't do it.  You know I know how to puke and I am not afraid to do it, so GET UP NOW!"

This is my "GET UP NOW" look

That must have done the trick, cuz she stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom (with my help) and she found the stuff she needed.  Took it and crawled back to bed.  Don't think my job ended there.  No sir.  I lay on her and kept my head close to her face and lick her every so often until I knew she was back to normal.  This is nothing new for me.  I have been helping MOM in this way for many years.  I just know when she needs help.  MOM may have rescued me 12 years ago, but she always says I rescued her.  You know what I think...... It was and is God's will and desire for us to be together.  

Whewwww what a night.  At 5AM MOM was up getting ready for work, then she noticed I DID NOT puke anywhere!  yea!  Then she gave me my medicine, put it in bread and I ate it.  Then she tried to get me to eat some canned dog food.  I said no.  Then she thought of something.  She put the dog food on a paper plate and then she warmed it up in the microwave.  You see for me I think if anything comes on a paper plate it must be super good.  After all, all that yummy food from church potlucks comes on paper plates.  Know what happened???  I ATE it!

See what I mean.  Look at all that yummy food on paper plates.  This was a church picnic potluck and worship in the park

I think I might be getting better.  Wish I could say I was 100%, but hopefully soon.  The doctor still has no idea what is wrong.  But he is working real hard to find out.  All my test so far have come back normal.

Look what my friend Robin brought for me today.  Flowers.  Beautiful huh?  I can't wait til I feel good enough to help MOM plant them in our flower beds.

Thanks for all the good vibes, thoughtful thoughts, and uplifting prayers.  I now they are making me stronger.  And I do feel the comfort you are giving.

Blessings,

Goose