It’s crazy how smart animals are. Every night, when we go to bed, Lou eventually comes up to me and cuddles throughout most the night. He might leave from time to time but he always comes back to me. Tonight he wants nothing to do with me. He is curled up next to his dad in the most cute way possible. I love that he knows, even though he may feel even more sick than before going to the vet, that his dad saved his life today. I love that he knows I won’t mind giving up the time we normally spend together. And I love that he loves us, even though we gave him the worst day of his life today. He’s been squeezed, poked, and pulled in the most unimaginable and uncomfortable places. The medicine they gave him legitimately made him cry, pant like a dog, and foam out of the mouth for an hour. Yet, somehow, he knows that it was for the best. This picture of them cuddling will forever be imprinted on my heart. I love my family.
