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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My Little Dashie : Friendship Is Contagious
She woke up early the next morning with a fever. I also noticed little bumps allover her skin.
This could be bad.
I don't want her getting sick, Because what if it doesn't pass? I need to do something. Her voice is getting raspier and she coughs all the time now. She sneezed on me as I was putting her to bed. I washed the area, but I still don't feel safe.
She asked me If she was OK.
I told her I didn't know. Was I right to do that?