The little boy is home

I had a miserable night without my Jazzy with me.
Picked him up around 11am and we came home. The poor little guy has that dumb cone around his neck and head. No dignity left.

We climbed into bed and either slept or watched TV till 5pm.
His pain killers wore off and my heart hurts hearing his crying. So I got him to eat some food and gave him another pill.

I hope I can keep that cone on him for a few more days. He already figured out how to open the velcro strip.

His baby teeth are all out now. He is not in pain with that, he downed his dinner fine.

But, he still has a slight ear infection. I got some new meds and maybe, just maybe Jazz will sit still long enough for them to stay in his ear.

I tear up when I think about how little Jazzy asks of me and how much he has given to me in the 5 months he has been with me. Somehow he got into my soul and even though it sounds ridiculous to say this about a dog, I finally know what being "in love" with someone feels like. My heart was torn up when he was not with me yesterday. My heart was happy when he came home. I can no longer imagine not living my life with him.

What a wonderous and dangerously powerful feeling that is.