My dog.

Last night, or more correctly this morning it found me out. I woke bathed in sweat and shaking. I was terrified. I had no idea what I was frightened of only that I was panicked. As I lay there it was obvious why I was scared. Herrad is sick. I will lose her one day and I do not know how to live a day with out her. I started crying- when I say started it was instant. In one moment tears filled my eyes and flooded down into my ears.
My dog, Spike, is very sweet on me. He pushed the door open jumped up on the bed and cuddled up to my chest. He got me through the moment. I never really slept again but felt a bit safer with my ferocious Jack Russell to guard me.