Today, actually. I don’t cry very often, but you picked the right day: I had slept for about four hours, and woke up to the sound of my young dog, Wilson, choking – or so I thought – on a rawhide chew. I rushed him to the vet’s, while also being responsible for a new Q&A website I’m working for. At the clinic, they immediately took Wilson away for X-Rays. It was really hard to watch him walk away with the vet, especially after being worried about him for pretty much a week straight…he ran up almost 300$ in vet bills over the course of last week, through an eye infection and drinking stale water.
I was stressed, and nervous for him, and suddenly I was crying.
He’s okay now. Turns out the chew passed on its own, though it did trigger a cough. He’s exhausted now, but happy.