So today Pax kept throwing up this morning. 15-20 times. All over the carpets, on the leather couch, my bag and shoes. And after each bout he would come to me, press his weight against me, needing me to steady his presence. He had fear in his eyes. Confusion. That’s rare from him. And far out, the trust he has in me to be there for him was so humbling and I felt this burden on my shoulders to not let him down. But that was bittersweet magic. Such a deep, deep bond but also being worried for him. The thought of losing him scares me to the bottom of my heart. Thankfully he is feeling better now. I found a chicken bone in his vomit. We had a big family bbq last night and when I was cleaning up, he scored a chicken wing from the rubbish. Lightening fast. Pax is allergic to chicken. So yeah, good outcome as he is ok now. But we both knew in that moment when he was so unwell how precious our bond is. We are all on borrowed time. A dog’s love is a powerful teacher in teaching us presence and not taking time for granted. Go and hug your dogs and tell them how amazing they are 🙏💛