Brigham And Women's Hospital in Boston is a wonderful hospital. The nurses are great and there is a constant stream of professionals coming in to check, examine, talk, explain, meet the cute little white dog with the blue hair. The attention is non-stop. I'm so glad Jesse is here and in good hands now.
At home, Cooper lays around the house pouting a bit, crying sometimes and following me every where I go! He keeps going to the door every time I get up. He seems hopeful that it's time to go see his Daddy. When I call him away from the door he hangs his head as he obediently follows me into the other room.
Cooper knows his way through the hospital now. I don't really have to lead him. He just walks by my side as we make our way into the hospital from the parking garage, to the elevator and right to Jesse's bed side. He usually checks with me to see if he can get on the bed or not. A couple of times he had to wait, so he's good about making eye contact with me first.
He spends our visit at the foot of Jesse's bed or along side his legs. He's so still that many of the staff coming and going from the room don't even see him. He blends right in with the white blanket.
On occasion Cooper and I have gone down to the lobby to get a coffee or bring Cooper out to pee. He has adapted quite well to peeing like a city dog. But for a country hound like him, pooping isn't as natural here. He usually poops in the woods at home, but we're unable to find anything resembling woods here in Boston. Cooper waited every day to get home to poop. I was unable to coax him to go anywhere in the city. He was happier to wait.
He would eat dinner at the hospital from a disposable plate cover from Jesse's meals. He drank his fill of water from a paper cup when I offered it to him every hour or two. We could take walks with Jesse to keep as active as he could. All in all it was very boring for all of us. But for Cooper and me, we would rather be in Jesse's hospital room with him than anywhere else without him.
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