When I was little, we had an Old English Sheepdog. Whenever I was sick, my mother would tell me that Lindsay (our dog) would take care of me. As a kid, this was a great comfort to me, and she would lay by my side the whole time I was sick.
First of all, dogs just can’t be expected to do what you need. I can barely get my husband to bring me things while I lie in bed, let alone seek the help of our dog, Eddy. Eddy thinks that when Mom lays in bed all day, it must be the greatest day ever. We sleep under the covers together, we watch a little TV, etc. However, when I’m sick, I don’t want a snuggly companion. I want someone to get me things, help me to remember to take some medicine and mostly, NOT sleep on my head.
Also, as an adult, my dog still needs to be fed and let out. I’m not saying that Eddy is a lot of work by any means, but when I’m sick, he is one of the biggest chores in the world.
I miss the days of thinking that I would one day own a dog like Nana from Peter Pan. That dog gave the kids their medicine, made sure they didn’t act up, AND she didn’t tell on them when Peter Pan took them to Never Neverland. One day I might own a dog that looks like her. In fact, I could even name her Nana, but unfortunately my fantasy will never be fulfilled.
I lie in bed right now with a cold, and Eddy is snoring at my feet. I suppose I shouldn’t be so cynical. He does provide me comfort and support, but oh, how I wish he would make me a cup of tea.