With a tablespoon of butter, the medicine goes down…

When we brought Bailey home from the vet on Wednesday, we tried to make him comfortable.
I slept on the couch and he slept on a sheet and blanket that was covering a black, plastic tarp.
Several times Thursday morning, he whined. I tried to take him out but was too late.
He had a number two accident on the tile floor. Back left leg fully extended and unable to support any weight, he couldn’t walk. He tried moving his body by using his front paws to slide on the floors but with no luck.
On Thursday morning, my husband made his first attempt to give Bailey what we are dubbing “the miracle drug.” First he wrapped the pill in cheddar cheese, then wheat bread. Bailey ate the bread and cheese, spit out the pill. Second attempt – bigger chunk of cheese, more bread. Failed again.
Third attempt, my husband cut a chunk of butter, lodged the pill inside it and told Bailey he needed to take it. This time Bailey gulped down the butter and the pill.
Bailey spent Thursday morning on his “bed.” I was unsuccessful in getting him to budge until I made a trail of dog biscuits from his bed to the door. Pushing up on his back legs, he ate one biscuit, then the next until he was at the back door. Miracle pill worked. He was walking. Couldn't wait to tell the family, who gave Bailey a ton of praise.

On ABC News with Diane Sawyer Thursday evening, I saw a report on how dogs have the ability to sense human communication. I am convinced Bailey knew we are all worried about him and decided he still needed to look out for us. Or maybe he just wants to prove that cats aren't the only ones with more than one life.

On Thursday night, I slept on the couch again. Bailey got up three times to go outside. This time, he could walk. Sigh of relief. He even attempted to climb the stairs but I put a stop to that. He didn’t complain when I made a barrier – just retreated to his bed. When Bryan came downstairs this morning to give Bailey his pill, he was praising the creator of the medication, calling the pill miraculous. It always makes me laugh when he talks baby talk to Bailey – telling him what a good boy he is, how much he is loved, that he is the best dog in the world, and again how much we love him.  
Once again, Bryan stuffed the pill in butter. This time, Bailey looked at him as if to say I know what’s up.

But he ate it.  Thank God.