Through The Tulips Words of 'Wiz'dom

I’m fuctioning (if that’s what you call it) on two hours sleep and as I type this am watching my little pup JJ eat his food and praying it doesn’t come back up.

As I’ve shared- there is much going on within my family at the moment- with my Uncle on his final days. I’m here- the rest of the family is there- and there’s definitely something wrong with that picture- Some things can’t be changed, so I’ll deal with it.

Sleep has been a elusive mistress anyway- so I was awake last night and around 3:30 almost to the point of drifting off- when I heard a horrid noise coming from the living room. It was JJ and he was coughing to the point of throwing up. Not just once- but at some point I lost count of just how many coughing spells he had. I woke Marcel- because throw-up of any kind doesn’t agree with me- He was less than thrilled but he cleaned it up- took JJ out for a small walk and he went back to bed. I stayed awake- kept cleaning up the throw-up and changing blankets and praying it would finally stop. It did- but long after it was daylight. My total sleep count- 2 hours.

$100.00 and a visit to the vet later-we find out that our little guy has bronchitis. He was given a shot- some antibiotics and codiene for the cough and I pray it stops soon. I feel so sorry for him. He’s finished eating- now if he can only keep it down.