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Gosh, what a night.
Our dog Hamish was ill yesterday; very, very ill indeed. He started off being just depressed, quiet, off his food, generally unwell all through the day and we had to keep a constant eye on him. He has underlying digestive and thyroid conditions anyway and we wondered if the change in diet was upsetting him but then - I can't bring myself to go into details because living though it once was bad enough but we really thought he was dying and, at one point (when he crept off and we found him lying in the lane in the pitch dark-sheeting rain), dead.
The vet thinks he's eaten something, possibly carion, that's poisoned him - £75 worth of injections later, he definitely seems on the mend (though still quiet and very sorry for himself).
Anyway, that took most of yesterday and into the night, then Dad was up all night with the TV on full blast, some drunk attempted to call us from a mobile at 4am and...
Tired today, very - but relieved.
It's a gorgeous day. I should go for a walk, really. ::continues to stare out of window, mouth open, slight drool::
The vet thinks he's eaten something, possibly carion, that's poisoned him - £75 worth of injections later, he definitely seems on the mend (though still quiet and very sorry for himself).
Anyway, that took most of yesterday and into the night, then Dad was up all night with the TV on full blast, some drunk attempted to call us from a mobile at 4am and...
Tired today, very - but relieved.
It's a gorgeous day. I should go for a walk, really. ::continues to stare out of window, mouth open, slight drool::
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And Poor You! Maybe a little nap?
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