Hi everyone, It’s me again, Pierre. So much has happened since I talked to you last.  

It all started a couple of weeks ago when I started to have a toothache. My mum took me to the vet. It was very scary because she wasn’t allowed to come in with me. Someone came out to our car and took me in my crate into the vet where I was examined. They were very kind to me but I was afraid. The vet looked in my mouth and said I had a broken tooth and it had to come out! Can you imagine??? The next day my mum dropped me off at the vet again and I stayed there all day. She told me I had to be very brave and a very good boy. I don’t remember much because I was in a deep sleep for most of the visit. The vet removed my hurty tooth and then I was allowed to go home. I felt much better. 

Last week though, I started to feel very tired and not very hungry. I didn’t want to eat anything. All I wanted to do was sleep. I started coughing and sneezing and I had a fever of 40c I was told. Back to the vet I went and again my mum couldn’t come in with me. The vet and her staff managed to get my fever down and she told my mom the best thing was for me to go home and rest there. She said I was much too stressed when I was at the vet hospital without my family and I’d do better at home. 

For the next few days I slept and slept and only got up when my  mum made me. Mum said I had to get up and walk around to make my lungs clear and that sleeping and not moving was not helping my coughing. I really didn’t want to do it but it did make me feel better. Mum stayed with me 24/7 just like I did when she was sick a few months ago. I don’t like to cuddle that much but I let her lie down beside me and put her arms around me and I felt so safe and warm and loved but I wasn’t really getting any better. 

Then my mum told me to do a strange thing…  

In my bedroom (ok so my parents call it the guest room but I really know it’s my bedroom) on the bed are a bunch of stuffed animals. I’ve been told I’m never allowed to touch because they belonged to my Nanny. I called her Nice Nanny because, even though I’d never met Nice Nanny in person,  I used to talk to her on the phone every week. I’d meow as loud as I could the minute my mum would get on the phone with Nice Nanny and I’d hear her say “Hello Pierre”. This made me very happy. Anyway, Nice Nanny was very old and she died about a year ago and everyone was very sad. She gave my mum her stuffed teddy bears and they now live on MY bed. So back to my story, my mum said Pierre – you go sleep with Nanny’s bears and maybe she can help you get better. At first I thought this was a trick because I’ve been told to never touch them. But I did go sleep with them – for a whole day I cuddled up to them and thought about Nice Nanny and I started to feel better. The next morning I got up and ate my breakfast….and I slept with them some more and I kept feeling stronger. Every day after that I stayed out of bed a little longer and ate all my meals. I coughed less and even though I’m still sneezing a little bit I feel so much better now that I even went to work with mum today in the living room which is now her office and I supervised her office work.  

I can tell that my mum and my dad were so happy to see me feeling more like myself.  People will say things like oh the virus I caught at the vet while getting my teeth done just ran it’s course and my  body healed itself but I know Nice Nanny was there with me the whole time and she made me better!