Peter felt every bone and muscle in his body, as if he fell down the stairs, which he didn’t. Then later that night he had ‘the shakies’, he said he was cold even when his body didn’t feel cold. Holding a glass of water was almost impossible. So when he went to bed he was fully dressed, but without his shoes. I wanted to comfort him but the bed is too high for my short legs, the best I could do was staying near to him, and follow him when he went to the bathroom.
This morning we both woke up late, he was still not feeling well, as if he didn’t have the power, and stamina, to walk. He had to make a delivery at Grandma’s house, and as soon as he was in he went back to bed to sleep on Grandpa’s bed. They closed the door behind him and I was standing on the wrong side of the door… but not for long. I scratched the door, something Grandpa doesn’t like, and barked continually until they let me in. Then I layed myself behind him, someone had to watch over him, in this case me. A few hours later he drove himself back home in his scooter, a journey of just 10 minutes turned in an half hour drive.
If all goes well I’m back on my post somewhere in October.
Woof to you later!