If you follow me on Blue Sky you may be aware my furry assistant, Stitch has been poorly since the early hours of Monday.  If you don’t follow me on Blue Sky, this may be a bit of a surprise to you!

But early in the hours on Monday there was bloody mess. I managed to get Stitch an appointment at the vet where he was given an injection, wormer (just in case), and probiotic and I was given instructions to keep an eye on him and to give him a bland diet for a couple of days.

Tuesday, he was back to his old self. Snarfling down his food, trying to be sneaky and get other people’s food. He even played fetch.

Wednesday, he started to take a turn. That night was scary because he couldn’t settle. He kept shivering, whining a tiny bit with his pain, and he couldn’t lie down for more than ten minutes on average.

Yesterday, he was so lethargic, moving so slowly, and shivering any time he’d been up for more than a few minutes that I was worried I’d have to take him back to the vet.

It’s only this morning as I’m writing this that I realised sometime Wednesday, the injection the vet had given Stitch had worn off, as the vet said it would, and he was feeling the pain.

But this morning he actually woke up and floofed his fur a bit. Not a lot, but it was something! I was so excited.

Then he jumped off the sofa (something he refused to do all day Thursday) and greeted the husband and kiddo – tail up!  AND THEN he followed me around as I got things ready.

My little shadow is back! Though he still tires quickly, he’s not shaking from the effort of being upright for more than a few minutes. All of this to say, I think Stitch is on the mend.

He’s even curled up in my hoodie snoozing as I write this, though whenever he hears people outside he lifts his head to check out the window.

Sadly, I now have a bastard of a cold. No doubt it would have been one of those affairs where I would linger on the cusp of being properly ill for days and it never coming to anything if I hadn’t spent Wednesday night awake with Stitch.

Nor could I sleep yesterday. He was still not doing well, but when he started actually sleeping last night – not trying to sleep and needing to move constantly, but proper deep, snoring, yipping at his dreams, sleep – I managed to sleep too.

I’d managed a solid 4’ish hours. I feel vaguely human, though run down and hating all the shit I’m coughing up out of my throat where it seems to have gotten stuck. But I need more rest. Stitch does as well, so that’s what we’re going to do this weekend.

What were your weekend plans?