Poor thing...

My sweet sweet baby Bear is sick!! This picture is after his trip to the vet yesterday. He's had this crazy cough for months. Saturday, he layed around and I knew it was time to take him to the vet because he wasn't eating. I took him yesterday and he had a slight fever and really sore throat. I felt so bad when the vet said "I noticed that he was treated for bronchitis in October. I didn't get to re-check him two weeks later" D'ohh!! How horrible am I? They gave us some medicine, which he gets to eat in some cheese, but the whole thing was expensive.

We don't have kids, but my animals are my kids. That's how I treat them. Now that I'm married, I get this question all the time: "So, don't you want a baby?" I mean, I remember coming back from my honeymoon & a co-worker asked me that. Give me a dang break. Yes we want them, but not for another 4 years or so. I want to live in a house first. I go back and forth, internally, sometimes with do I really want kids? Would I be a good mom? I'm sure that I would be. I just don't know. It's just something that I think about a lot lately. Not sure why. I know that if I got pregnant, Chris & I would keep the baby and take on a new role as parents. Sometimes, I think about all the kids that need to be adopted and maybe that's what God has in store for us. I don't know. But I know this, whatever is dealt to me & Chris, well, we will deal with it.

I know that Bear, Happy and Bibi are animals and not real kids. I'm not that crazy. I know they are really not meant to be domesticated, but they are. I just know how bad I feel about Bear being sick and somewhere in my brain, I thought "would I forget to take my child to the doctor?" Probably not, but lately, I question myself and I know I shouldn't. I really think it's the devil and I need to "shooo" him away!