Petite Marguerite
Friday, 27 July 2007 | 19:22
My poochie is sick. 
She’s gradually been eating less and less over the last few months; we had thought it was simply a result of aging (combined with her legendary pickiness). In the past few days, she was sick several times; we thought it was a result of the intense heat wave we had. But she’s also stopped eating her treats, and even “people food” – any proper dog’s weak spot – doesn’t interest her much anymore, so we know that something is very wrong. My crystal ball reveals that there will be a vet visit in her immediate future… My poor little coffee-and-cream-coloured scruffy ball of fluff! 
But in the meantime, she’s being a little trooper, still dancing and hopping and twirling through her symptoms…
Get well soon Daisy!
This morning she rebuffed all foodstuffs – save for a bowl of milk. Perhaps she’s turning into a cat…
Mrs. Veterinarian will be visited today at 11:40; let’s hope for the best.
Hoping for the best does diddly-squat.
If only she was simply metamorphosing into a cat; I’d much prefer that to the reality.