Toby seemed better yesterday morning and ate breakfast. He was subdued, but you’re like that when you’re getting over something, aren’t you?
On his walk he only wanted to sit, not even watch Molly run around. He was sick again last night; and this morning.
To make things worse, I accidentally pushed him off our (quite high) bed this morning. He often jumps up around five and we never kick him off in our sleep; it’s like a subconscious thing. I always give him a love when I get up and I reached out to stroke him as usual but he must have been right on the edge because I knocked him right off. He squealed and even wet himself a little. I feel dreadful.
Molly is cuddled up to him, like she knows something’s wrong; the strange thing is, he’s letting her. He’s going to the vet at ten-thirty. I’m scared, if I’m honest.
Poor Toby. I hope the vet does the trick.
I don’t know where you are, but our weather is so strange at the moment, perhaps he’s just too hot? Our neighbour’s Yorkie (Phoebe) spends her days with me and has also been very subdued of late.
Hope it’s nothing serious. xxx
I’m in Stockport, England. At the moment we have freezing fog. I so wish it was that he was hot.
Good grief, why on earth did I think you were here in South Africa? *scratches head*
I do hope the vet finds nothing serious…here’s hoping for the best.