Last night, when Caliope vomited for the 8th time - this time heaving so violently she threw herself to the ground - it finally occurred to me that she's dying. Now, every time she vomits she can't hold herself up. She won't eat or drink. I'm feeding her with a dropper - gatorade, baby food and ensure. She vomits it all almost immediately, but I just feed her again as soon as she's done. She's on medicine, but she mostly vomits it up. I'm just hoping some of it sinks in, and if I keep feeding her she'll stay strong enough to fight this off. But, it doesn't look good. At this point, it will be a miracle if she doesn't break a rib throwing up.
I don't know why I'm writing this, it really doesn't have to do with my apartment. My nice neighbor asked where she was, and I told her she's sick. She said she'll pray for her. And I met a man I'd never seen before in the elevator who was attached to a bunch of bags - one of blood in it, the other I'm guessing for going to the bathroom. He had a cane, and I know it's not the same but I commiserated with him.
I guess, for those of you who read this - just keep my little dog in your hearts. I guess, that's all we can do.
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Actually, I have a BS. My dog is dying - so yes, I took her to the vet. I haven't called 311 because I've been busy with the above. I've called my management company and my super. I'm BLAMING people for the litter they leave in my hallways. If it's not their fault, then who? The people who have to clean up after them. You have no idea where I live, and if it really bothers you don't read my blog.
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