72 Hours!

It has been quite the 72 hours for little Simmie. I have to confess I thought Simon was nearing the end. His 14 years flashed before my eyes as I laid next to him on the bathroom floor late Sunday night(technically early Monday morning). He looked so bad. He's never been as sick as he was the last 3 days. He wouldn't eat. He wouldn't drink. I was giving him water with a syringe.

Cody didn't seem to understand that Simon was in a bad way and needed extra attention so he got jealous. Lashed out at Simon, his lashing actually fell short as I stopped him. Cody was not permitted to sleep in the typical sleeping quarters of the pet trio. He spent the night in the living room. Piper on the other hand didn't leave Simon's side. She stayed close to him all night long. She's a very caring little sister.

I'm happy to report Simon is slowly making improvements. He started to turn the corner on his issues late Monday afternoon. Believe me, I truly thought and so did Brad that we were going to be rushing him to an emergency animal hospital late Sunday night.  So relieved our little dude is getting better. I like to call Simon "little man", Brad calls him his "little dude". Even in text messages to check on him today, Brad refers to Simon as his "little dude". It's kind of cute in my opinion! As far as Simon is concerned, call him anything just don't call him late for dinner. :)