Unfortunately, Zanna followed suit and had exactly the same symptoms. Fortunately, we had her at the vet a day earlier and on treatment, so her symptoms haven't been as rough as those of Zack. Plus, she's younger.
I found out she was sick in the early morning hours, as I readied myself for work. She was curled up under the covers, and I was traversing the house in the dark when I slid upon the evidence on the rug in the living room. Ugh.
The second time, in the dark hallway, an hour later, I had to be rescued by ThatManILove at 6 a.m. Yes, the same ThatManILove that took his darn.sweet.time.getting.to.me.with.wet.wipes.
You know, because he was overcome by such a bad case of the giggles and snorts.
He got there in the nick of time. I was seriously considering running for my shotgun, stinky feet and all.
GRRRRRROSSSSSSSSSS.
I had to come back to make sure he was okay, and now two more? And yet, they don't know what it was. Glad it wasn't anything worse.
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