The Buddie almost died today. He was having more trouble breathing than usual, he wouldn’t eat or drink, he was puking and he did that thing I hear dogs do when they’re about to die; he tried to bury himself into a dark corner. He crawled to his bed under my desk and stuffed his nose against the wall. His stomach was contracting to less than half its size and he had the most frightening noise coming out of him. At that point, I picked him up and rushed him to veterinary hospital down the road and carried him in. They ended up putting him under, stuffed a bunch of tubes down his throat, pumped his stomach and took x-rays.