Jiggity jig!

Home again.

Home.

Again.

:)

Chuy is back home. He was still not 100%, but 24 hours on i.v. fluids and antibiotics worked a charm on him and I was able to take him home again.

When I got home from work Wednesday, he'd spewed direer and a frightening amount of blood all over the kitchen floor. I was horrified. I opened the back door to let the pups out and then grabbed a comforter to put over the passenger side of the car, and went back in, and took him swaddled in a big towel to the vet. He was so dehydrated that I could feel how much lighter he was since that morning. He was weak, eyes seemed unfocused and I feared he was in shock already. I cried for hours Wednesday night, worried I'd never see him alive again. My eyelids were pink and puffy when I woke up. I was a terrible mess for the last 30 hours or so, but I'm all better now.

Teh puppeh reunion was happy-licky-love-love, and they were such a blur that this was the best photo I took. Their world is back in order with them together again. Miss Praline had been sad and out of sorts with ickle bruvva missing. She seemed bewildered, and that just made it all the sadder. But that's behind us now.

He's going to be okay. The dr. don't know why, said it's either gastroenteritis or something like colitis. It could be something he ate, or some combination of things, or it could be simply that he's got a sensitive digestive tract. In any case, I'm just going to have to be very careful with him and watch how food seems to be affecting him. If this continues to happen, he may have to go on a special diet altogether.

I'm flooded with relief, and my heart is warmed by the many kind words you left here. And when I say "you," yes, I mean you personally. :) Thank you.