Get well, alright?

Sometimes I'll accidentally step on you,
ignoring your cries when I'm rushing out,
but you're quick to forget, welcoming me back, happily running all about.
You've teeth so sharp you could probably hurt me bad,
but you chose not to and lick instead.

You vomited twice, seems restless today.
Maybe the weather turned cold, or perhaps you ate something really bad.
Least I could offer is not to shut off my room door tonight,
I placed your strawberry bed right beside mine;
Praying that you'll get all bouncy and cheery by morning light.

Dave.