Captain Midnight here, back in the land of the living.
Not to put too fine a point on it, I’ve had a bout of the collywobbles. Himself noticed that I was off my food last weekend and when we took our evening constitutional on Saturday evening, things took a turn for the worse…
…at both ends.
We had an emergency visit to the Vet on Sunday afternoon but I couldn’t keep the medicine down. The next day I was all floppy so Himself took me back and they decided to keep me in hospital for 24 hours and put me on a drip because I was dehydrated. If you look carefully at the picture, you’ll see where they shaved my foreleg to stick the needle in.
I’ve lost a bit of weight but I’m feeling much better now, although my tummy is still a bit delicate. I don’t recommend gastro-enteritis to anyone, human or canine.
That said, the past week has not been entirely without benefits: a staple diet of hand-carved organic turkey breast from Waitrose; gentle walks twice a day; and much cuddling on the sofa in front of the fire. Himself said he loved me and he didn’t know what he’d do without me, so I’d better not get ill again.
He even seemed pleased when I got up and barked at the postman.
It’s nice to know he cares.