I'm soooo glad that Choya has regained her strength and stamina. Happy that she could join her fwens on longer strolls and small-pack walks. I'm even happier that in between her walks and pee breaks, she could spend her days lazing around and snoozing at home instead of being tortured by stomachaches and shitsplosions.
Now that Choya is well, I can finally breathe again. Beyond meeting work deadlines on time and giving that a 100% attention, I can also fix dates with friends and catch a play or two. When Choya is ill, I have to stay at home and nurse her, and more importantly, clean her poop. For at least three days, I literally have no appetite and no inclination to do anything else until she gets better.
I certainly hope that she doesn't get the runs so soon for reasons beyond my control. WTF. Those are really uncalled for and she doesn't deserve this spate of bad luck when it comes to her gut. Her gut will be perfectly fine if toxic substances and bacteria don't get in. She doesn't randomly pick things off the ground, although I do watch her closely and have caught many a chicken bone or a weird pile of mush before she even licks it. Her 'drop it' command still works. Hahaha. For this reason, I'm now extremely iffy about sending her to any daycare facility or therapy sessions using weird ointments or even 'spa treatments' at grooming.
I still dunno if this Smol Girl makes me happy. I'm worried about her health all the time. But I do know that I'm happy when I see her merrily trotting along with me, or rolling around at home totally carefree. She's generally calm and collected but her cheeky and playful sides are back. Ahhhhh, my sunshine girl. She turns five in four months. She deserves an illness-free year.
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