The
next Saturday, we had only been in bed for an hour when Obi threw up.
This continued every hour all night long.
I was worried that it was Parvo virus, which is common in rescue
puppies and can lead to death for some.
At six am on Sunday morning, I took him outside to go potty and he
had diarrhea, another symptom of Parvo.
I called the emergency Vet in tears and made an appointment.
I got Eric up and even though he thought I was overreacting, he
drove us to the hospital. I
had the address wrong, thought it was on the other side of town, so it
took 45 minutes to get there. I
was so worried and scared, so mad at myself for getting the address
wrong. It
turned out that it wasn’t Parvo, just a virus he’d picked up that
required a bland diet, rest and time to get over.
After a week of thinking that we should give him back, he was
finally my dog. I was so
worried about him, a different kind of worry than what had come before
it, and I realized that I loved him…damn it.
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