Visit me, but bring energy

Ever notice that when someone gets really sick, humans stay away. If it's curable or short-term, people come around and give you chocolate flavored dog biscuits and your favorite soft food, but when it looks terminal, the vacuum is created around you. Dogs aren't like that. If you're going to die, we'll stay with you.

But, what can be even worse is when you're not going to die and people come to visit you. These people immediately start talking about themselves, including the last time they were in the hospital, what mundane things they did that day, or something else with the word "I" prominent in every sentence. I was just about to throw the contents of the Foley catheter container at one idiot when she finally, mercifully, stopped talking in order to concentrate on the latest necklace being offered on QVC - which she tuned in when she arrived.

I guess it's better than the last person who visited, who promptly turned on the football game. I hate football, but in his case, the only merciful part was that I didn't have to talk to him.

Oh yea, then there are the people who bring you all the bad news. They were fired, their car was stolen, they can't pay their rent. Hey, all this cheers me up when I'm in the hospital.

And then there are the people, not very many of them, who just quietly sit beside you, holding your paw and sending megawatts of healing energy through you.