Matt woke up Thursday morning to a nagging migraine.
While he had experienced headaches before, this one seemed different. It lasted all day, and by evening he grew nauseous. I left to go to a meeting, and by the time I returned Matt was very sick. He had vomited several times while I was gone, and felt terrible.
As the night went on, his condition grew worse. And Charlie worried.
I could hear Matt heaving in the bathroom, and went to check on him. I stood at the door, peeking in, and Charlie nosed the door open, softly walking toward Matt. “Charlie NO!” I said, but it was too late. He walked to where Matt lay curled around the toilet, gently rubbed his nose on his hand, then sat down.
He wasn’t leaving.
While Matt grew sicker, he refused to go to the doctor. So I went to bed and hoped for the best. As I slept, Matt grew seriously ill, back spasms gripping his body, followed by violent retching sessions. Matt later told me he never got a wink of sleep, and that Charlie never left his side.
By morning, I found Matt laying face down on the bathroom floor. Charlie sat nearby, his brown ears pulled back, his puppy lips pursed.
Matt finally agreed to get medical care.
I called in sick, filled Charlie’s purple KONG with liver treats, then rushed Matt to the hospital.
Matt quickly was diagnosed with kidney stones, and eventually was kept for overnight observation. After about six hours, I took a break to run home to grab some toiletries, and to check on the dogs. Charlie greeted me tentatively, and looked out the front window looking for Matt. I quickly grabbed what I needed, fed the dogs and drove back to the hospital.
About 12 hours later (around 4 a.m.) I decided to run home to grab a bit of sleep. Both dogs were staring out the front window when I pulled up. Charlie hugged my legs with his paws, and softly cried. I had never heard him do that before, and my heart melted. I pulled Charlie into my arms and held him as he continued to whimper. I whispered in his ear.
“Daddy’s gonna be all right. Daddy loves you.”
He anxiously licked my nose.
Amazingly, after leaving the dogs alone for 12 hours the house was in perfect condition. I was grateful for that gift, and promptly slept for about three hours.
At 8 a.m. I woke up, and spoke with Matt. The doctors were filling out his discharge paperwork, so I could come get him. I was gone just a few hours, and Lex and Charlie were dutifully watching out the window when we returned.
The first thing we noticed was the fluff. Everywhere. It took me a moment to realize what happened, then Matt screamed out confirmation.
“You ate the bleepin’ comforter!!!” he screamed at Charlie.
Charlie dropped to his stomach, and wiggled his way out of the room.
After everything we had just been through, I was pretty sure a tore up comforter was the least of our worries. Matt grabbed the blanket, and threw it down into the basement.
Charlie trotted after Matt, following him to the couch.
“C’mon,” Matt said, patting the cushion next to him.
Without hesitation, Charlie in one motion hopped up and snuggled into Matt’s side.
Charlie was glad to have his daddy home.
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Whenever I’ve been sick or experienced a health crisis, our dogs have been my greatest source of comfort. I hope that Charlie is filling Matt with his special canine healing power! xoxo
Thanks so much! Charlie is sending all kinds of puppy healing energy. It’s awesome!!!
Ouch for Matt, sweet Charlie. Hope Matt’s on the road to recovery now.
Thanks for your well wishes, Zena!
Poor everyone! Not a day to cherish other than Charlie’s devotion 😉
It was a terrible time. But we’re thankful that Mat’s on the mend, and that Charlie gets to snuggle with everyone. 🙂
What a terrifying ordeal! Charlie was such a good little soldier for so long, something had to give. The blanket was a small price to pay. When my knee is at its worst (longtime RA), Cupcake snuggles next to my leg and rests her head right above where it hurts. She also walks as slowly as she needs to when I take her outside. After a few days of that, she is bound to lose her mind and run around in circles for a few minutes. Get well soon, Dad!
Awwe thanks. Cupcake is such a sweetie. It’s amazing how our pups know how to take care of us!!
Charlie is such a good friend and I’m glad he joined in YOUR furrever family. I hope Charlie’s dad is feeling better soon.
Thanks Easy! Charlie is sitting on Matt’s chest as I type. 🙂 Matt is on the mend….