So we went out Friday night and bought some doggie diapers that we kept on her just in case she couldn't make it outside. She had a vet appt around noon after a urinalysis and rectal exam (ouchie...sorry sweetie!) the vet determined it was a Urinary Tract Infection. Who knew dogs could get a UTI? So he sent us home with some medication that should make it go away over the next 2 weeks.
I left the vets office and broke out in tears on the way home, thankful that it wasn't anything worse and grateful that it should be able to be cured with antibiotics. That little 12 lb dog means so much to me and has become such an important part of our life, thinking of her being sick or losing control of her ability to function makes me sad.
I didn't want to say it out loud, but it made me wonder how am I ever going to stay sane enough to have a child if I worry this much about my beloved pooch? I will be a basketcase everytime they get a boo-boo or catch a cold. Then Emma turns around and starts licking away my tears, her way of telling me that she loves me. I look into her brown eyes and realize that she is teaching me how to be a good mom and that everything will be ok as long as we keep loving each other.
Emma is doing better as of this morning, there is already less signs of bleeding and she hasn't had anymore accidents in the house. Thank those of you who were thinking baout her after my anxious twitter updates. I appreciate your concern and sharing of knowledge. So does Miss Emma!
(I am sure the non-dog lovers out there probably think I am insane, but that's ok...the other dog-lovers know exactly how I feel)
