-Rex's bland diet
Hunched, I sat on the side of the bed last night. My hand covering my eyes, elbow on knee, I was worried about my sick pup. Rex had not moved all night. Like checking a newborns breath, my hand rested gently on his aching side and I watched my hand move with each breath. Shallow, quick breaths. He recognized my presence his eyes opened glassy and sick. His tail between his legs. He lay motionless. Pitiful.
I lay on my side, moving my body like a contortionist to fit in the tiny space that was left on the bed. I kissed my boy, nestling my nose into his neck and was soothed by long gentle strokes along satiny fur. Whispering of my love and I spoke of fishing at camp, runs at the Stone Barn and long trips in the car. My armed craned over his body, I closed my eyes and prayed.