It's so wrong

Little 10 pound miniature Dachshunds shouldn't get sick. Not ever. Maggie was acting out of character today when I got home from work, but not to the point of where I should've been overly concerned. She did the same thing she always does when either Chris or I get home from wherever. She pranced around on her little hind legs, which means I need to pick her up and cuddle for a minute second with her. She barks out of excitement to let us know she is really glad we're home. She did all of that. After about a couple of hours after I got home, she always wants to walk across the street with me to get the mail. We went out to the driveway and a big Lab was walking past with its owners and two little children. Ordinarily, she would be trying to get away to go play with the dog or the kids, whichever showed interest. Not tonight.

Chris wasn't home, so I knew I would have to get her to the vet by myself. Poor little thing lost her lunch as soon as we got out of the car at the clinic, and continued to do the same once inside. Of course, after a battery of questions from the vet,  and a pretty thorough examination, no conclusion had been made as to what was wrong with her. So, it came down to either I could take her home and we could sit up all night with her, or I could leave her there where she could be cared for, x-rays of her tummy would be done, and if nothing could be determined in those, blood work. I can't stand the thought of her being sick, or any animal for that matter. It's breaking my heart that I have to be away from her tonight. I love my pet. She's a member of our family. I make sure she gets all of her vaccinations, gets her teeth brushed, nails clipped, flea repellent given as prescribed, bathed regularly, and she gets all of our love! Besides my husband, she's my best friend and deserves to be treated as such!! I miss her so much!