So the past three weeks for TLC have been rough. Their precious Henry—English Lab—many of y’all have read about him and seen pictures of him in past posts—is sick. I won’t go into too many details. He was fine. And then he wasn't. He quit eating. For days. Not like him—he LOVES to eat. Yesterday, he had exploratory stomach surgery. Nothing. Labwork will be forthcoming next week. He’s home. Weak. With a cone. The next few days will be critical. He’s not even six. And Little Leighton’s dog “brother.” There is worry and concern. Hourly prayers. Fear.
LOTS and LOTS of tears over Henry.
NEXT UP: TLC is sick. Again. Not as bad as she’s been in the past. Is it a cold? Allergies? Sinus issue? She goes back to her doctor next week for a follow-up. The doctor thinks allergies/nasal passages. Whatever it is, it is tiring for TLC. Who remains plum worn out on a daily basis because of a certain Angel Baby who sleeps erratically at night. Sometimes she’s up at 3:45. Sometimes she makes it to 6:15 in the morn. One never knows from day to day. TLC is absolutely exhausted and run down. She has not one extra second of time for this situation. Stress and FRUSTRATION abound. More tears.
Life goes on…Thy Will Be Done.
Y’all have a Wonderful Weekend—Wherever in the World Y’all Are!
p.s.--if you had a minute, we'd greatly appreciate a prayer offered on behalf of Henry. He's a good dog/family member. One for TLC couldn't hurt. Thank you.
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