Nightmare...

Yesterday afternoon tragedy struck my world, suddenly and without warning, like a lightning bolt out of a clear blue sky... My best pal in the world, my (almost) constant companion, my compadre, was acidentally struck down. My heart, my very world, seemed to come to a grinding halt when my friend was struck squarely in the head with an errant throw of a softball. As I watched his little 3.2lb body stiffen up as he slid into an immediate unconscious state I felt as though it were me who was struck. As I scooped his tiny body up and we rushed him to an emergency ER it was all I could do not to pass out myself. I was clammy, cold, scared to death inside. my friend was in serious trouble...

The first 24hrs were the most critical, and Winston did come out of his unconscious state, and has shown some responsiveness, and these are positive signs, but there's still a long way to go. At this writing he still hasn't been able to eat, nor has he been able to stand on his own (his front legs aren't yet working right), but the prognosis is much better than a day ago. We keep being reminded that head trama takes time to heal, and recovery may take months, but I am not one to rule out miracles. I've seen them with my own eyes. I've experienced the unbelievable, the unexplainable, the fantastic, so I will continue to pray that God will interject himself in my world one more time...

Winston is the most personable, loving, incredible dog you could ever hope to meet. He was "personality plus". There was no one that didn't love him when they met him, and no one he didn't show love to back. He was, and is, simply the best. Please pray with me that Winniw will have a full and complete recovery... soon. Thank-you my friends.