I came home from work early this evening because I felt gross all day.

I’m not known for my amazing immune system. Let’s be honest: I’m allergic to most things outdoors. I get sick easily. And since I dealt with miserable motion sickness as a kid, I can tell you the moment I will lose my stomach.

I wish none of them, especially the last one, were true.

Whatever the case, when I got back to the apartment, I let Lucy out of her kennel, and she was bouncing off the walls. This is a usual occurrence, but she realized quickly that I wasn’t feeling well. The groaning or the lying on the couch like I was dead probably tipped her off.

She followed me into the bathroom numerous times as I waited for the sickness. She licked my face when I laid down on the bathroom floor to cool off. She even nudged my hand and sat next to me as I lost my stomach time and time again.

Oh, was that last line too much for you? Sorry. I could have gone into detail, so consider yourself lucky.

Lucy has been my little nurse all evening, doting on me as a mother would her child when her child was sick.

I’m so lucky to have an amazing dog like her because, if nothing else, she can take care of me whenever I feel bad. And she can lick my face and hands to reassure me that everything will be OK, and I will feel better. Eventually.