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.