Eye opening moment.

Our weekends seemed to never be boring. This weekend was no exception. My Saturday began with me waking up to a bad pain in my lower right side. I wasn't sure what it was and of course, my first thought was appendicitis. I also thought that maybe it might be a pulled muscle from over exercising. Regardless, I couldn't walk because the pain was so bad. I laid down all day and by the next morning, it seemed better, so I decided to go out shopping. NOT A GOOD IDEA. I was in pain again by that night.

While I was laying down (What? You thought I might go to the hospital by now? You silly goose.) Bella, our dog, was laying next to me. She got up and went around the corner and out of my site. I didn't think anything about it, until she came back five minutes later, and started falling down everytime she tried to walk. I jumped up (yes, that hurt) and tried to figure out what was wrong with her. I was totally freaking out, because she started flopping around like a fish out of water. She was banging into things and kept banging her head into everything. I thought that maybe she ate something and had poisoned herself. I thought she was dying and there was nothing I could do.

Now, up until this very moment, I basically considered Bella a nuisance, and couldn't wait until she could go back with her mama (Jess). Seeing her in pain and wondering if we were going to lose her made me realize just how much I loved that booger. How I would miss her if she was gone! I forgot all about my pain in my side and did what I could to try to see what the heck was wrong with her.

I called my husband who was at work and told him about it. He said to calm her down and try to get her to a hospital. At this point, she started to claw at her mouth, so I thought that maybe she had something stuck in her throat. She was still able to breathe, so I thought maybe there was just enough opening to allow air in. I called my daughter to come over so she could take her to the animal hospital.

While Jess was getting ready, Bella started getting better. She could walk now, and she wasn't flopping around anymore. Then, she was able to drink her water and eat some food, so I thought that if there had been something lodged in there, it might of passed. By the time my daughter called me back, Bella seemed fine again.

I tell ya, sometimes you don't realize how much you treasure something until you are put in a situation where you might lose it. Bella was definately spoiled for the rest of the night with hugs and kisses. This morning she seems fine still. We may never know what happened to her, but at least she's alive and at my feet right now.

My pain on the other hand is still here. Will I miss it when it is gone? Not likely.