Mazie's sick, and my heart aches. She's not eating, and is heaving up thick spit up onto the carpet. For once, I don't mind cleaning it up, although I have to fight back the tears. It hurts so bad watching my puppy shudder and suffer, because we can't take her to the vet until tomorrow. Even then, I'm so afraid for her - that she won't make it. And right now, I'm not able to handle that.
We came home and couldn't find her until I walked into my room, where she was on my bed, shaking like she does when she's cold - except it's not cold. She wouldn't move off of the bed willingly, and threw up on mom and dad's bed.
My throat hurts with that knot you can't get out when you cry. I love her.
Please, please, please, God - I need her; I've already lost so many of my angels this year.
