My precious little Sarahjean is in pain again. She had another cyst explode above her eye and I had to take her in today to get it looked at and taken care of. The poor little girl started crying the minute I tried to put her down on the steel examiners table. She tried to keep her feet off that table in every way possible until I eventually had to cup her whole body with my arms and hold her down. I cried. For real.
I'm not sure if I cry because I'm truly empathizing with the pain Sarahjean must be in and the fear she is experiencing to act so outside her normal self. Or, it could be because I am a wimp. Maybe.
Sarah is now resting at home with a huge black eye, painkillers, and a fist full of antibiotics. If I had any idea what was causing these I would irradicate the culprit in about five seconds. But that's not the case, and it's likely that I am experiencing the Westie "skin problems" part of the deal. Oh boy.
Just a blog about me.
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