I’ve always been just a little paranoid about my dogs. If I wake up in the middle of the night and they don’t react, I’ll put a hand on their side to make sure they’re breathing. Losing Moree (our Aussie) last November, 5-6 years earlier than we’d been expecting, just made me worse.
Right now, Smokey (our lab/pit mix) has hurt his leg. He can’t get up on the bed with us, and that makes me sad, and then I get even more paranoid. It’s a vicious cycle. How is it that I’ve become a pessimist about my pets’ health?