My older dog, Abby, has a tick born illness. She is on antibiotics, and was limping around for the past few days. The vet told us that the meds may take a bit to kick in. Last night, she could barely walk. This morning, she wouldn't get up. I was totally freaking out. All her joints were swollen, and she had a fever. I got the vet, and all I could do was cry.
They took her for the day, she is doing much better - and we just have to wait for he meds to kick in. But damn. I was scared there for a while. Aaron swooped in, left work and stayed home today to deal with it.
Then, just as I was about to dial into a big conferance call for work I get a call from daycare. Maggie has a fever. I had a feeling something was up - she woke up more than a few times last night, just rolling around and crying. Poor girl. So, Aaron, as he is home - is going over to pick her up.
I'll be home tomorrow with a sick baby girl and a sick dog. Good times.