Small

Herself speaks.

Over last weekend, Tiny Dog fell ill. Two emergency vet trips, differing diagnoses, and multiple medications later, she is on the mend. We saw the regular vet -- such a soft-spoken, smart, calm and wise man -- who explained why the emergency vets were a bit overreactive and what Tiny Dog needed to get better. And she is better. I am so relieved.

It's hard to explain how very distressing it is for me when the pets are ailing. It's much more upsetting than an ill person. (It's upsetting enough, in fact, that I could not even bear to write about it here until Tiny Dog was well on the mend.) 

Let us hope she continues to improve. I do love her, my Tiny Dog.