Well, it's just one thing after another with our poor doggy!
My mother in law woke up Sunday morning to Asher covered in blood. We thought maybe it was from licking his legs excessively and that's where it was coming from, but we also noticed that he was bleeding from the mouth every time he ate and drank. We decided to take him to the animal hospital, and come to find out he has a GI bleed as well as a cut under his tongue! They had to keep him for a few days, but he's okay!
In the last month, he's had a peri-anal fistula, then a twisted stomach a week later, and then another week later, this. I guess it's just park of getting old! I just hope he keeps pulling through all these things. I know he's not going to live forever, but for Matt's sake right now, I just don't want to lose him yet. He is our baby.
We got to go and take him home yesterday! I was glad to see that he was his normal, happy self! The house is just so quiet and weird without him there. Let's hope for NO more hospital visits for a long while!
People say they're inspired by my strength and my faith and positivity. But to me it's like, what's the alternative? Walk around feeling sorry for myself all the time? Being sad and depressed? That isn't going to help anything. The fact of the matter that bad things happen, and we will suffer. Jesus said we would. It's part of this life here on Earth. So we can either be miserable when those things happen, or we can try to see the positive and choose to live with joy.
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