Jessica Moe

Well, I have thought about posting on here for a few weeks and just haven’t gotten around to it.  It’s not that there isn’t a whole lot to talk about, I mean there is…

Take last weekend, for example–we came home from dinner and a movie one night to find that Ally was extremely ill. After a long night–I stayed on the couch with her–we took her into the doctor and she was hospitalized with a significatly high fever.  Normal temp for a dog is about 101-102…but hers was 106.5 which is as dangerous for a dog as it is for a human.

Being the dog-mom that I am, I was freaked out and crying. I felt so helpless watching her with a cone on her head and the IV in her doggie arm. She gave me this look like–who are these people, why do I have a shaved patch and a needle in me and why am I here?? 

I felt as though I was the worst person, worst dog-mom, in the world for leaving her that night. Thankfully, she was able to come home the next day and although she ate tentatively for the first day or so–and we weren’t sure if she was going to recover or if this was going to be an illness that we had to get to the bottom of–by wednesday she was scarfing food like she had never had a bite to eat in her whole life!

So, I guess all that to say that she is better now but scared the crap out of me and I realized that even though she barks and whines and demands things of me and forgets that she is a dog and I am her human…I am so glad to have her around.  She and Erin are so precious to me and their loving little hearts have brought so much joy into our lives…

So much so that this morning–just before six o’clock…Issa and I were fast asleep when we were startled awake by our little animal Ally when she jumped on the door and pressed the handle down with her paw. She had escaped from her room and come upstairs to sleep with mommy and daddy.  Unfortunatly for her our gigantic bed precluded her from jumping on us as usual, but she crawled under the bed and made herself comfortable. 

I, of course, had to bring her back downstairs…but it was a happy moment for me…and I spent a few minutes with her on the couch relishing the return of her spunk. I love my Ally. I love my Erin. I am thankful for the gift they have been in my life.