Daily Post: Picture the one person in the world you really wish were reading your blog. Write her or him a letter.
Mummy loves you so much, and I know that you know that. Last night when I forced you to sleep with Daddy, it was because I didn’t want you jumping on and off of Mummy’s bed and making your leg worse. I need to get some sort of stepping stool for you to use to jump on and off my bed with.
I don’t know why you’re not walking on that leg, but I was up until late feeling so guilty about being the cause of it, and missing your warm body cuddling up to mine. It took all the inner strength I had not to come into Daddy’s room and kiss you.
Did my fast walking throw your shoulder out or pull a muscle? I was so happy to have a pup that would keep me company in exercising, and I’ve wanted that from you. But you’re a loyal and loving pup, and would never say “no” to me, even if it hurt you. I need to say “no” for you from now on — please believe me, it’s not that you’re not welcome with me, it’s because I don’t want to push you past what you can do safely. I love you a lot more than I need your company while I’m walking.
Last night when you looked up at me from your bed under my desk, I thought I saw tears in your eyes — glistening eyes that asked, “Mummy, will I be ok?”. It broke my heart. This morning we’ll take you to the vet so that we can find out exactly what the problem is. I promise you we’ll help you feel better soon. I hope it’s only a pulled muscle and not what Daddy thinks — a tumor.
I love you, I love you, I love you, please be ok.