Sick as a dog...

My poor dog junior is not feeling well. Apparently he has worms....I'll spare you the details of how I know. I have to take him to the vet this morning.  I say this morning because it is nearly 5 am and I have yet to sleep. Between Junior's fidgeting and my own allergies I have not slept much. Currently Junior is curled up laying at my feet...he is such a sweet little pup. I hope he will be o.k.

This experience gives me a small insight into the life of parents with small children when they are sick. The worry, the sleeplessness...

Yet in a small way, there is a degree of joy in it as well. There is a special kind of love to be shown when taking care of someone you love. There is a deepening of the bond that is, at least, a silver lining to the personal miseries of your own discomfort, and your discomfort evoked by your empathy for a loved one. Even a dog who is not feeling well.

St. Francis, if you are listening, look after Junior.

I'll do my part though, not to worry.