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All right, time for an update on Simon's career search.
I think he wants to be a Dr. now.
As most of you know, I've been very very ill since December 26. Feverish, sneezing, the flu, exhausted, coughing, sinus and bronchial infections, the works.
So there I am, feverish in bed. I've got the kleenex and cough drops next to me, and I've been sneezing. I feel another sneeze coming, and I start the before-the- sneeze-sniffle. You know, the ah,ah,ah,ah.....when Simon comes bounding over, places his paws on my chin, and pokes his head into my open mouth. He mews a bit, and then sits back, readjusts his paws, and pokes his nose into my nose. He mews again, I sneeze, he jumps backwards, and then comes over and sniffs me as I'm blowing my poor nose. I dump the used tissue on the floor, roll over, and lay there, hot and chilly at the same time.
Simon comes over, lays next to me, staring at me with worried eyes. He reaches out and pats my face - my nose, specifically - and then my forehead. He leans over and licks my head (the very first time he's ever done that), and then lays down with me. When I woke several hours later, he was still there. And between his outstreched paws was a coughdrop. I might've brought it there in my feverish stupor, but I like to think Simon brought it over for when I woke.
Sweet, sweet little guy. I could do without a throat exam from him, or a nasal check, but still, he's such a sweet little guy.
And yes, he's still answering my phone....
Best-
Michele
I think he wants to be a Dr. now.
As most of you know, I've been very very ill since December 26. Feverish, sneezing, the flu, exhausted, coughing, sinus and bronchial infections, the works.
So there I am, feverish in bed. I've got the kleenex and cough drops next to me, and I've been sneezing. I feel another sneeze coming, and I start the before-the- sneeze-sniffle. You know, the ah,ah,ah,ah.....when Simon comes bounding over, places his paws on my chin, and pokes his head into my open mouth. He mews a bit, and then sits back, readjusts his paws, and pokes his nose into my nose. He mews again, I sneeze, he jumps backwards, and then comes over and sniffs me as I'm blowing my poor nose. I dump the used tissue on the floor, roll over, and lay there, hot and chilly at the same time.
Simon comes over, lays next to me, staring at me with worried eyes. He reaches out and pats my face - my nose, specifically - and then my forehead. He leans over and licks my head (the very first time he's ever done that), and then lays down with me. When I woke several hours later, he was still there. And between his outstreched paws was a coughdrop. I might've brought it there in my feverish stupor, but I like to think Simon brought it over for when I woke.
Sweet, sweet little guy. I could do without a throat exam from him, or a nasal check, but still, he's such a sweet little guy.
And yes, he's still answering my phone....
Best-
Michele