I never knew what the term “sick as a dog” actually meant until today.
Unfortunately, Henry is really sick. We took him to the emergency vet after a day of not being able to walk around, no eating, and lots of shaking. The poor guy has been miserable. The vet can’t quite figure out what is wrong yet, but we are keeping a close eye on him until all his test results come back tomorrow.
And get this, the vet took an ex-ray of his stomach and found 4 pellet bullets in the picture! We got Henry from a rescue shelter last Fall and knew he had come from an abusive situation. But 4 pellet bullets in his stomach??? Come on. I was pissed. What is wrong with people?
To cope with a horrible day I made soup for the three of us. Chicken broth and rice for Henry, and beet soup for Taylor and me.
This soup was really good and I will post the recipe tomorrow.
I have learned in the past year that cooking has brought me great joy and comfort for every emotion I experience. I like to cook when I am happy, sad, angry, or just plain bored. Being in my kitchen is my favorite place. Especially with Henry and Taylor in the next room.
Have a great night and send good thoughts to Henry!