Let me tell you about MY week!

I will leave this Earth knowing without a shadow of a doubt that my mother loved me unconditionally without reservations.

This past week has been quite the adventure for my mom and me. It all started Friday (12/30/16) night about 10pm. Mom was in bed and reading on her Kindle (like she does anything else... really, she needs to get a life...) and Chloe was under the covers with me; I wasn't feeling so well so I got up and threw up all over the sheets! Mom was a little concerned, but not too much; she cleaned the mess up and then insisted I drink some water - I didn't want water - so, she kept sticking her finger into the water bowl and putting it in my mouth - really mom! STOP.

I threw up again about 4 hours later... then again a few hours later... then some foamy blood... then some foamy blood again. Mom was frantic to say the least - it's not like we live where I can just go to the doctor to be seen; it took 24 hours to get me to the vet! We have to fly out of here on a bush plane (I HATE THEM!! They are loud and scary) Then, we had to sit at the airport of another small village once we got out of here at sunrise (bush planes do not fly in or out of Togiak unless there is daylight). Mom was on a roll... we were heading to get me help (She made me think I was dying!) I watched her basically fall apart on the floor of the airport in Dillingham, Alaska when she realized she didn't pack her photo ID - she was a mess - she dumped everything on the floor and was frantically searching for anything to get us on the plane at 1pm (I had been throwing up for over 12 hours at this time). To find out how that incident played out, you can read HER post that is posted just before MY post. Anyways - about 26 hours after I got sick, we finally made it to the vet office. WOW - I did not like that place... there are so many sick, scared and bleeding animals - I knew I was dying at this point! Mom just went and curled up on a bench in the corner and tried to get some sleep with me wrapped up in her arms - honestly, we looked homeless - it was embarrassing and I was glad that my head was completely covered under a blanket.

The vet took great care of me (SHOUT OUT TO Diamond Emergency Animal Hospital in Anchorage!) I left with a little less blood than I went in with - everything looked fine - the vet said for me to come back in 72 more hours to get things rechecked. Fast forward.... my mom took me in at 48 hours and again in 72 hours... she gets over concerned for me at times.

We stayed at the Motel 6 Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday night. I thought Togiak was boring - wow - we did NOTHING but sleep - my mom seemed to be quite happy sleeping in the same clothes for 4 nights and just watching tv and sleeping. (I'm thankful she did pack her hair brush and toothbrush - it helped take away some of that homelessness look we had.)

I mentioned how much I hate flying - so, my mom decided to give me a sedative for my upcoming flights so I wouldn't shake, shiver, pant and become uncontrollably neurotic on the way back home. (She takes the fun out of everything...) So, I was KNOCKED ON MY BUTT - ZzzzZzzz... this is the part of my story where I would be telling you all about the 2 flights back home - how we were diverted back to Anchorage due to weather and had to stay another night - then knocked out again the following morning to actually make it back home - unfortunately, I don't have many details of these events because I was pretty doped up and sleepy. .

A few memorable events that took place during my "I am going to die" adventure:
1) Bob - thank you for taking care of my mom; it's been a very long time that someone has taken care of her out of just pure kindness. It was nice to meet Ranger, his dog, and I really hope Ranger and Bob are okay.
2) Carrie - My mom really enjoyed getting out and having some real food - not that I know, but she says the pizza was amazing and the best ever - I wish I could testify to that. Oh, and sorry about how I treated your dogs... I was cranky and a little scared with being out of my environment.
3) The lady at the vet with the tiny tiny ittybitty supersick puppy - My mom prays for your dog every night.
4) The staff at the animals hospital - I hated every minute of it, but you were so careful with how you held me, spoke to me, jabbed me... but, you are also the folks that gave my mom some peace knowing I should be okay to go back 500 miles away from care.

Now that we are back home - mom is actually a little more freaky than before. She is having a really hard time not worrying about me and that makes me worry about her. She gives me strange looks and watches me breath.. she is worried I am not eating enough, worried I am not drinking enough, she looks - yes LOOKS deliberately at my pee and poop to see what it looks like!!

I do hope I am okay - because if not, I don't know how my mom would handle the sorrow. Thank you for loving me so much mom and for being with me every single step through this even though it was fearful for you - I love my mom - she knows it because I lick her right in the mouth every chance I get - I don't know why she doesn't like that...

Me... the source of worry and anxiety!

 The only place where mom felt comfortable..

 Going out for pizza! 12 hours of seep in 3 days/72 hours of worry... 

Home for 5 nights... 

Loving on my mom... 

$5 subs are only $10 in Anchorage.. 

Anchorage was single digit temperatures with frozen fog on everything - beautiful!

Heading back to Togiak

19 more weeks until Mom, Chloe and I head back home to Kansas. Chloe and I have been both seriously warned to not eat anything not in our food bowl, not to lick things on the floor, not to swallow or chew on anything that isn't our toy and to just live in a safe little germ-free bubble until we arrive in Wichita, KS... We love our mom - but.....