I made a post on a social media website (yes, we all know which one it is!) that Max refused his breakfast this morning…first time EVER! He just would not eat, even when I held the bowl for him, even when I tried to hand-feed him. Nope. He wanted nothing to do with it. I guess I’m concerned because he IS thirteen…and that’s a long time for a Greyhound. He’s an “old man” and can’t afford to go skipping meals. He NEEDS that nutrition.
My friends stepped up to offer everything from prayers to food suggestions. *A* suggested chicken and rice and was asking questions about his diet and protein, *P* brought over some chicken and got a bag of rice for me from the grocery store, *G* suggested supplements like Chondroitin Glucosamine, and *D* sent emails throughout the day to check up on him….
My friends. Plainclothes Angels. For Max and for me. Most know that I can’t drive anymore because of the MS, so I really appreciated those angels who were my legs at the grocery store today. Well, I really appreciated any and all who contributed advice…who took the time to show love, compassion, empathy. And here I thought of them as just “my friends” when they all were plainclothes angels.
