as sick as a dog

Poor Orbit is sick. He is trembling all over, and he is puffing and blowing. Squeaks when he is touched where he hurts. I have him drink from the palm of my hand every half hour or so. He wants to do his dying scenes again, lay himself down under a table in the back yard. But we don't let him, he has to stay on his blanket. This afternoon he wanted to stay so close to me that I had to take care not to ride my office chair. His nose against my big toe. I'm sure he'll be fine again tomorrow, it's already eased down a bit. He should quit eating garbage, stupid dog.