Every time he coughs my heart skips a beat. Every time he's silent my worries gain more heat.
Every time he sneezes time stands still. Every time he cries my spine remains to rill.
Every time he falls my courage drops an inch. Every time he's sick my mind starts to flinch.
Don't take my baby from me please. Every time he licks his fur, my heart can rest at ease.
All who have pets that ever got sick probably went this through, yet how many times people told me I overreacted. Right now my pet Draco is what keeps me from hurting. When in a depression some times the smallest things can get you out just as much as in. For me, it's my little furry ball of joy, so when he get's ill, I feel this and exacly this.