In 2015, I had the worst sickle cell crisis in my life and spent the entire summer hospitalized. The crisis was caused by sepsis, a dangerous bloodstream infection. It sneaks up on you without much warning. The night of the crisis, I had fallen asleep downstairs. Chewy woke me up in the middle of the night. He kept poking me in the face and wouldn’t let me fall back asleep. I decided to go upstairs to my room.
As I was walking up the stairs, Chewy was acting odd. He followed me so closely that he was bumping my legs with every step I took. I didn't think anything of it and went to my room. I was feeling extra tired but didn't have any pain or any other indicators that something was wrong.