La Vie Secrèt de Tubzey

I had the rudest awakening of all time. My baby, Bazil started having diarrhea and vomit. Honestly, nothing out of the ordinary only except he was bleeding profusely. It was incessant to the point my home was trailed with blood everywhere. I rushed him to his veterinarian, and they watched him for the day. I was notified that his bloodwork was nothing unusual and his fecal lab came back negative for everything. The Gastrointestinal medications worked fast, but no conclusion as to what happened.

This was the scariest realization I have ever had. That day was so horrid and disemboggled (my made up word) that I crushed the corner of my rear bumper into a truck reversing out of my parking spot quickly leaving to go to the vet. My car took so much damage but that truck literally looked spotless and shiny. Might I mention, I put my car in reverse instead of accelerate, and I backed up into the cement wall of my parking deck. Chaos.

I needed Bazil more than anything in that moment. I felt like I was dying. Dying because I was in hell because Bazil was ill with an unknown cause. Dying because I cannot imagine or live a world without him.

While at work, I sobbed and cried out to God in the hidden closet of my workplace.

“Please, please. Not Bazil. I’ll do whatever you ask. I beg you. Not Bazil.”