<html><head></head><body><div style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"><div>It's been a rather worrying few days in the King household.</div><div><br></div><div>On Saturday night, I was woken by Clara being sick. The next morning I found she'd also had diarrhea on all three levels of the house. She didn't want her breakfast, so Rolph obligingly ate it for her.</div><div><br></div><div>The upset continued all day, but in the evening, she wanted a bit of Rolph's food, not her own. He ate both.</div><div>That night she continued with the upset tum, with Rolph joining in, due, I thought, to the unfamiliar food. </div><div><br></div><div>It carried on until Tuesday morning when, worried it might be connected to her kidneys, I got her to the vet.</div><div>While we were waiting to be seen, Rolph pooed out pure blood on the waiting room floor. Luckily, they were able to jiggle appointments to get him seen too.</div><div><br></div><div>The vet was very worried about Clara, fearing this was her kidneys shutting down. I had the choice of admitting her, or taking her home following three injections and returning her today (Wednesday), for blood tests. I felt she'd be happier at home, so that's what we did.</div><div><br></div><div>Thankfully, she improved noticeably by the evening (they both did) and ate her bland dinner. I will take her for the blood test today and am quietly optimistic.</div><div><br></div><div>Nowadays, it feels as though I am running a palliative care unit, but as long as they have a reasonable quality of life, I will keep "riding the mop" as Debbie would have said.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm sure a little drool wouldn't go amiss.</div><div><br></div><div>Hugs and drool to all who need it.</div><div><br></div><div>Sally, with Rolph and CLara, UK</div><div style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"></div></div></body></html>