If you're going to do it, GO BIG!!! Little did I know just how fast the tides were going to turn. I didn't sleep at all Wednesday night. I admit, I'm a wimp ... kind of like those husbands who think they are dying from a cold. That's me .... I think I'm dying, or at least I feel like it.
I fed Cooper that morning, who did his usual pick up every bite, then spit it out before actually partaking of that good chicken. And then I felt it. That horrible heavy feeling in your chest that tells me I'm in for the big one. Not a heart attack ... just a very bad session of sick.