Not a good night and not a good day. Mike was up on and off all night last night. I know he was hurting, and no amount of Rescue Remedy would give him comfort. Plus, as much as he wanted to sleep on the bed last night, he couldn't do it.
Because he's afraid to jump up on it (since he hurt his leg in February) and doesn't know he can do it, I've been lifting him up and putting him there at night, but every night it gets more and more painful for me to pick him up (no matter how I pick him up). It seems the pressure on his bladder is really painful if I put my hands anywhere near it to try to lift him. The other night, he yelped and snapped at me because it hurt so bad. He felt bad for doing it, but I let him know I understood. He has never snapped before, so I know it hurt him... alot. I have a very small stool that my Dad made years ago, and I tried to teach him how to climb it to get up on the bed, but he wanted nothing to do with it. He just didn't want to believe that it could work as a step up to the bed. Poor guy ended up sleeping on the blanket on the floor. I really missed him up there, but I knew if I picked him up it would hurt.
Today, I was gone for a little while. He was fine when I got home... met me at the door and went out to go potty. But about an hour later, I saw him shaking and all of a sudden he vomited. He's been very lethargic since then. Right now, he's sleeping under my chair with his head on the Westie Baby. I just wish he'd feel better.
Little Miss Gidget is barking to play. Mike's totally ignoring her. I guess I'd better get going and play with her for a little while. I'll write more later or tomorrow. Please say a prayer for Mike.
Love & Blessings
Before I leave, I wanted to let you know that Debbie's sweet Priss left us yesterday for the Rainbow Bridge. She was such a wonderful girl and stole everyone's hearts. Please pray for comfort for Debbie.
We'll miss you sweet Priss