I'm sure I've mentioned Tilly [my furbaby] before. Tilly is my 3.5 year old Bichon. She was born the day I had my first miscarriage, and so for us is much more than just a dog.
Sunday morning shock.
We woke up a little later than normal for a Sunday morning and when my hubby went down stairs to let Tilly out he discovered she had been violently ill all night, 9 times in fact. She barely made it up the stairs, before she was sick again on the landing.
Beside ourselves.
It took the on-call vet 27 minutes to call us back. In that time I could only imagine the fear and dread that goes through a mother's mind when her child his sick. While I love my dog, and I do call her my baby and I know I would do anything for her, I know that she is a dog. While she will always be part of this family, I'm not deranged enough to treat her like a child, but my love for her both scared and warmed me with the joy and love that I one day hope to have for my child.
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