I was up with Gyp until 4am, and then came downstairs again at 7am. She was vomiting watery froth, actually peed on the kitchen floor which she's not done since she was 10 weeks old and she was in an unmoving trance-like state. This morning we genuinely thought she was dying.
We took her to the Vet and had to carry her to and from the car as she wouldn't/couldn't walk and he gave her more antibiotics and another anti-emetic and kept her in for observation. We came home to the house bereft and not knowing whether we were coming or going.
We rang at midday to see how she was, fully expecting to hear bad news and, well, isn't it brilliant, but she was on the mend! The vet said he'd keep her over the weekend if it would help but he thought she would be fine to travel to my daughter's today. Come and have a look, he said. He's concluded that she has a nasty case of gastro-enteritis. She was so glad to see us, wriggling her little body and wagging her stumpy tail. When we got her home she gave Dennis a quick lick hello and went to look in her <empty> food bowl.
So now she's in Lutterworth with her special convalescent food and 5 days worth of antibiotic pills and she's fine and getting just the right mix of attention and peace and quiet, thanks to my brilliant daughter. Not many mums of 14 month old toddlers would take on a dog for convalescent care with gastroenteritis. I must have done something good sometime to have a kid like her.
Meantime hub and I are knackered - no sleep and we didn't start packing or sorting out holiday measures for my polytunnel and the 40 baskets and pots in the courtyard until 7pm this evening. Every container we own is outside, full to the gunnels with water and plants and 2 cases are also packed to the gunnels with hair straighteners <g>
Early bed tonight and thank goodness we can sleep without worrying until up at 5.30am to set off for Manchester and NYC.
Thanks so much for your kind words, I really appreciate it.