During while I was recovering from surgery, Lorenzo faithfully stayed by my side the entire time. From the moment I got home from the hospital, he knew something was wrong and somehow he knew not to jump all over me like he normally does when I walk through the door.
When I'd lay in bed, whether I was sleeping or just resting, there he was right next to me. And when I'd get up to walk around the house or to use the bathroom, he'd follow me everywhere. In fact, for about three weeks, he didn't even want to leave my side when Michelle would call him to go potty outside. He'd look at me to make sure I was OK, then he'd reluctantly go outside and potty as quick as he could and run back to make sure I was still OK.
How can I ever thank Lorenzo enough?