My little Eby, my gaurdian angel

After my surgery: Elvis has been so good with me since I got home. He doesn't leave my side. He sleeps right next to me, licking my face every now and then, I guess just to tell me it's okay, and that he loves me. When I get up to go to the bathroom, or down the hall to the computer, he stays right by my side, walking slow enough to not get in the way, but to make sure that I'm making it alright. He's so worried about me, he won't even go outside to use the bathroom. He has to be coxed or picked up by family members to get him to go. Even as I type, he's laying right beside my chair. My sweet little Eby, you may think that there is no way a dog could possibly help, but he does. I even think he may be speeding up recovery just by being there and making me smile.