"He's just a dog."
Tell that to someone loves their dogs like the kids they never had.
And try not to feel helpless when their little body is wracked by giant coughs throughout the night.
Thank goodness for early morning appointments with my vet Jim, and for drugs.
And last but most definitely not least, thank goodness for the people in your life who understand when a dog is not just a dog. You all know who you are and I am eternally grateful.
FYI those folk, Reilly is much improved and is about to join me for a little sleep on the couch. After his dinner and drugs.
A humble pic of my vet's little practice, and a short clip of what Reilly sounded like throughout the night and into this morning. Not nice.