Trying not to panic …

I’m trying not to panic, but Lili (our four month-old Golden Retriever puppy) got violently ill late last night and she just looks so pathetic now that I’m tempted to call the animal hospital in the middle of the night.

These are exactly the same symptoms that Choza had–and then she died just a couple of days later (!!!).

Fred says, “Give it until morning.” And I’m sure he’s right.
And so I shall.

But oh! This pet ownership thing.
(Sometimes I just have to ask myself, “What were you thinking, Tara!?!” when you got that puppy.)
(But I do love her and hope she is just fighting off an upset tummy.)

HERE’S something that takes my mind IMMEDIATELY off of my dog, though …
We spent the evening with a young man in our church who is home briefly from serving in Iraq.

Apparently, his battalion is in the most violent part of the war …
He’s been wounded once and there have been so many deaths around him …
I just pray for him and for all of our men and women in uniform (and the Iraqis too)!

Makes my dog trouble seem, well, sad but certainly not important in the grand scheme of things.

OK–I’ll try to get some sleep now.

Love to all!
— Tara B.