My Little Dashie : Friendship Is Contagious

Dashie sat on the couch, watching Spongebob. I ignored her. It was just an ordinary day. Then I heard a noise. A noise she'd never made before.

A cough.

I'd heard her sneeze, oh yes, a sneeze was normal. But a cough. It was no ordinary cough, either. It was a moist, whooping, raspy cough. The kind I'd heard sick people make before. I turned, and there she was, wiping her nose on the armrest.

"Was that you?" I asked.

"Do." She said, with an obvious stuffy nose. SNERT! "Id wadn'd be."

She was sick, I could tell that. But where was I going to take her? The Doctor wouldn't know what to do, and the Veterinarian would just report me. But there had to be SOMETHING I could do.

"Dashie," I said, trying to hide the worry and confusion in my voice, "It's bathtime. We're going to bed early tonight."

Her response was predictable.

"aaaaaawwww..." she whined, "Bud I don'b wanna!"

She got in the tub all the same. I gave her a hot bath, a snack of chicken soup, and sent her off to bed while I looked up What horse flu was like.

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