life as mama's boy

I found this on Mommy's Blog...

I didn't mean to scare her, but I did not feel good. I hurt, and I didn't know what to do. Mommy wasn't home, but Daddy took me to emergency. I don't remember much except when I woke up the next day, I was in a strange place, and Mommy wasn't there. Now I know why.


November 7, 2006

I am incredibly sad today. I arrived home from Boston to find out East was in the hospital, and they don’t know what is wrong. I went to visit him tonight, and instead of his usual happy tail wagging self, he was lying motionless with i.v. tubes dangling about him. He didn’t even open his eyes when I called out his name and touched his face. A few minutes later, he lifted his head and looked at me with sad half opened eyes. He made the softest sound when I put my nose to his, then he got sick. East is the sweetest dog imaginable. His only existence in life is to love. (Okay, and to eat too).