Jasmine woke up early this morning–and of course, she woke us up with her tag-jingling, ear-flapping body shake. However, instead of the usual next step–jumping up on the side of the bed to signal that she wanted to come up, she trotted out the bedroom door and down the hall.
I jumped out of bed, threw on a robe and immediately took her outside. Experience told me that she was doing this because she HAD to go and there was no waiting. And I was right. Jasmine had a mild case of indigestion and loose stool.
This is the third time this has happened. The first was bad–whipworm. The second was nothing–just a bit of indigestion (and a $200 vet bill to prove it). This time, well, let’s just say that we’re doing what we need to (bland diet of rice, cottage cheese, a tiny bit of wet food for flavor and some water) and watching her closely to ensure that she doesn’t get worse. If she gets worse or if she doesn’t get better in a few days, we’ll have her checked out, but the experiences I’ve had with her make me less inclined to panic and more inclined to just deal with her issues calmly.
Well, I guess that’s relative. She leapt out of Hubby’s lap the other day and landed on her face. Panic is a light term for how I reacted. Of course, she got up, shook it off and feigned ignorance that she did a face plant in front of me (looking very silly in the process). She looked at me like I was the one who embarrassed herself.