Poor Baby

Mischka got her appetite back and was finally eating yesterday afternoon after picking at her last 2 meals. We thought she would be fine but her condition suddenly took a turn for the worse – her poo got bloody and she was too weak to sit up. I freaked out when I remembered what minneyme just told me a few hours earlier about Ashlee’s ordeal and was immediately reduced into a bawling heap, crouching next to Mischka’s pen. The sweet baby tried to sidle up next to me and I saw her tear too… *heartbroken*

Hubs was the calmer, saner one – called the vet and asked if he could meet us at the clinic (it was past 11pm) and we rushed out with Mischka cradled in a box. The taxi ride seemed all too long, and Mischka got more and more drowsy in my lap. Scary thoughts kept running through my head while I kept my hand on her warm, soft body the whole time, willing her to keep breathing… I needed to feel that her heart was still beating…

We finally reached the clinic. After some checks, Dr. B confirmed that it wasn’t parvovirus (thank God!), gave her a jab, a dose of dewormers and some antibiotics and tablets. We’ll have to watch her carefully the next 10 days.

The poor baby still isn’t eating her full meals and tires out quickly, but at least there’s no more blood… I hope she gets better soon… =S