No, not the human baby in my belly. The canine baby that we’ve all grown to love, Nigel…
He’s not feeling well. We aren’t sure what is wrong with him, but his heart suddenly starts racing and pumping really hard. His breathing is labored. My husband’s worst fear is that their little spill last week may have caused some injuries that are just now showing up.
That’s my worst fear too… Whoops, tears just welled in my eyes.
I’ve told you guys the stories of the love between man and dog. The scene at the airport the day my husband returned from a year in Iraq. Nigel screamed out when he saw him, not forgetting his daddy even after an entire year.
My big strong Army dude falling head-over-heels in love with my little wiener dog. My husband was the first to realize that Nigel had gone blind. He cradled that confused little dog as he learned to navigate his new, dark world. I think it made Nigel even more of a baby to us, the tiny little dog that would always need our help…
My husband has always found it impossible to treat Nigel like a dog. Nigel never gets washed with a cold garden hose! No, he gets to take nice, long, hot showers with his daddy.
And of course, Nigel sleeps in bed with us. Usually at the foot of the bed… but on occasion he finds his way to my pillow.
The thought of our pampered princess being in pain is so terribly upsetting to me. I hate seeing him frightened and I can’t wait for my 3:30pm appointment to hear that everything is okay. I hope that the doctor tells us he just needs a pill or something. I don’t pray to God for my pets very often, I try to reserve my prayers for things that I think He would deem important and necessary. But today, this is a prayer that is important and needed.
Please God, please let my Nigel be okay. And if he isn’t, please let my husband be okay.
They are each other’s best friends. And they are both the loves of my life.