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Shelby's Report (May 7, 2002)

So many people have been asking about me that I decided to let Mom post my thoughts and feelings.

This last month or so has been pretty busy and very confusing for me. First Dad started having problems getting around. He walked funny and needed support so he started using some very long sticks. They he used Mom's pink salmon colored wheelchair. Between him and Mom, they kept me busy fetching stuff and taking good care of them. Sometimes It was hard trying to keep out of the way of 2 wheelchairs instead of just one. They were always telling me to move since I was trying to stay close enough to help.

I knew he wasn't feeling too good, so I wanted to stay close to give him lots of warm fuzzies.

When Dad went into that big building (Mom calls it a hospital) with all the different people, it was really scary. There are all kinds of machines making all kinds of noises. And lots of new smells. Folks are always running in and out of rooms and poking him. How is a dog supposed to get some rest with all this going on? I like this room though, it has a great dog cave under the sink where I can see all the people in the hall and stay out of harm's way and nobody has to tell me to move. It keeps me close where I can help when I'm needed. I have to be really careful when I visit Dad to make sure I don't pull out any of his tubes.

At first, I didn't like leaving him there and thought that he would come home at any time. I laid down in the front hallway at night, that way I could see him when he came in any of the doors. But he didn't come in, so I went and laid on Mom's bed so she wouldn't be lonely.

I keep trying to show Mom how much I miss Dad. Yesterday, she asked me to bring her shoes, just like every morning. Usually when I have the choice between hers and Dad's shoes, I bring hers first. I am her dog after all. But I brought Dad's slippers instead. She sent me back for her shoes and I found some of Dad's so I brought those too. Once more, she asked for hers and I brought them. I think she got the message. 

They do take good care of him in the hospital. All of the staff love me there. Every once in a while, Mom gets some candy for the nurses and I get to deliver the box. Tonight they were ooohing and aaahing and really making over me. I loved it.

Now that Dad is doing better, Mom is taking me to some of the other folk's rooms to give them a treat too. After all, what better medicine can there be but a big friendly Golden dog (sorry Union)? I'm looking forward to more visits tomorrow.

Mom's doing better too, so I'm starting to getting more rest. I jump onto the bed to get my cuddles knowing that Dad is well taken care of.

I miss him and hope he comes home soon.

Wags 'n wiggles,
Shelby

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