My poor little monkey had a very disturbed night. She kept rising to a seated position, staring off into the darkness. Clearly she was uncomfortable and it was difficult lying down. At least she didn’t vomit anything else. Mind you, there was so much last night I doubt there was anything left inside her to eject.
I eventually decided to leave them to go shopping. Giving them a twisty treat, Freya acted normal and snatched it out of my hand. However, when I returned home she didn’t rush out to greet me. She was clearly not happy.
As I prepared breakfast and started into my day, I realised she was lying on the top step of the stairs with the woe begone face displaying her lack of understanding. I knew I had to call the vet. An appointment was available at 11:15. We took it.
The new receptionist at the vet went all gooey over Freya, who I was holding. She stood up to give her a pat. Then she saw Emma. Forget Freya! “She’s beautiful! What a lovely colour!” Typical. Fortunately, it’s something I’m used to. I give Freya enough love anyway.
The vet gave Freya a very good and thorough examination. She said that there appeared to be nothing in her stomach but further down she was quite tender. I reckon that’s amazing.
Freya was very good about being poked and prodded and was eventually taken into the next room where Flora, the vet, gave Freya the puppy, a shot of something opium based. She was zonked for the rest of the day, caring about nothing.
I was told to make her something bland for dinner (rice boiled in a chicken stock cube) and Flora gave me three tablets for her.
Eventually the time came for me to leave for the Maltings. Tonight I was off to see Hannah Scott with Dawn. This was a gig rescheduled from March, when Hannah had a terrible throat infection. Mirinda, normally would come too but she was off to the ballet tonight so I asked Dawn if she’d like to join me.
Hannah, as usual, was excellent. She (and Stefano) played a few new songs which will be on their new album to be released sometime early next year. They did a few of the very old songs but, as usual, not my favourite.
This always happens and I’m quite used to it now. What I do is put it on the Sonos as soon as I get home and pretend it’s live.
Freya was a bit better but still not overly active and, as far as I could tell, she hadn’t been to the toilet.