I got up for work on Friday only to find traces of blood on the carpet. Suspecting it was Greta’s, who had been restless the night before, we called the Vet for an appointment.
I had to go to work, so Hubby took her in. It was hard for me to not be there, but work is work.
I was a wreck. I was so worried about what could be wrong. Fortunately, it is a bladder infection and after two weeks of penicillin she should be herself again.
She still isn’t herself, but at least we know what it is, and can get her back on her paws!
Imagine having a painful urinary tract infection and not being able to say so! My poor baby girl!
So now, we tempt her with lots of water and more walks. Seems our couch potato needs a bit more exercise. At least so she empties herself well and can start to get rid of that infection.
In other news, today is my last day working. I will miss feeling like I am being helpful even if I am just answering the phone and sweeping up mounds of hair.
It is freezing here and I felt the cold all day long. My hands are like ice and my toes too! When I got home on Friday I sipped a Brandy, nice and slow.