We took Pup to the vet today.
She washed and checked his leg, re-wrapped it in a new red bandage and said he is good.
Then she said to me, Don't worry, he is good.
He feels good, things are good right now, don't worry.
She doesn't know me well enough to realize that Worry is what I do best, but it was the kind of thing that made me love her more and want to cry from all the worry.
The bad stuff is still there but for right now, I am going to follow her suggestion.
I am not going to worry.
I am just going to live each day and enjoy the good stuff.
Actually, this is not bad advice for everyone .. Don't Worry, Be Happy
Pup does it, so can I.