I'm nearly 15. Had diarrhea recently. thank goodness my mistress didn't take me to the Vet to get pumped with antibiotics.
The fact is that when us doggies get the trots it actually means we are going thru the healing process. Unless we have a more serious ailment going on or the trots for several weeks.
Anyway, my mum nursed me and stroked me with her healing hands and even gave me Spirulina,which she swears by.
I'm better now..but I dont have many years left to live, and I know my mistress is dead worried about how I will eventually pass on. I'm much slower with the walk now and I sleep all day and all night. But I still have the spirit and sparkle...just like my mistress.
I've had a great life. And I've outlived lots of my (doggie) friends.
I hope I die suddenly and quietly in my sleep without a long and bitter illness. My mum would be happy for that.
We are soul-mates. And we both know that it's not over when it's over in this mortal sphere.
But meanwhile.....let's stop the maudlin' and get on with the fun of dodging the bombs in London.
(I dont like Tony Blair either.....smarmy made-up creep of a man.....When's he gonna admit he got it wrong?).
