Boomarang

Tonight is a good night. Quite honestly I thought there was a 50/50 chance that I was going to come home and Beauregard would be gone. So when he greeted me at the door today, the tears were finally tears of joy. I can't stop crying, I can't believe my guy is so sick, so quickly. But tonight he was doing better, so he got another dose of his herbal remedies and a car ride. He seems to be doing a little better although he's wheezing when he breathes, which I know is not good. I'm just thrilled that he's not worse. All day long I prayed "fight big man, fight" and he did.