Bertie: Oliver is sick.
First he threw up on the ottoman (which I like to sit on)
Then he threw up on the bed (which I sleep on)
Then he threw up on three different spots on the carpet (which I wasn't so fussed about)
His tummy really hurt, and he was keeping me awake with all the vomiting and moving around trying to get comfortable, so about 4.30 this morning we all got in the car and went to the 24 hour hospital. I love the car. Oliver sat in the front and whimpered a lot.
I hadn't been to the Emergency room before, so I was really excited. Oliver didn't seem to be as excited. He just lay on the exam table and shivered. If I stood on my toes I could just see over the top of the table, so I looked at him a couple of times. The vet lady took his temperature and felt his tummy. While she was doing that I went and weighed myself.
The vet lady said he might have pancreatitis, which we schnauzers are very susceptible to, so she decided to keep him in the hospital and run some tests. She also said he was quite dehydrated, so he was going to go on a drip. I tried to make a joke about him already being a drip, but no one laughed. I got to sit in the front seat on the way home, though.
It took a while before the blood tests came back and they knew what was wrong with Oliver. It turns out he has a very bad case of gastro.
The vet lady tried to give him some chicken tonight but he didn't want any, so he must be really really sick! If I had been there I could have eaten it for him.
So he's staying in hospital again tonight and we can pick him up tomorrow. It's strangly quiet without him. No one is annoying me and it feels Wrong.