Woke up this morning to a strange feeling. Freedom. The dog hadnt managed to sneak into the bed despite the door being open. Odd I thought as I wandered into the kitchen. On my way through I noticed my dog sprawled out on the living room floor.
When tea was made she was gone I thought she had maybe gone into DH, she hadnt, so I then checked DS room, she wasnt in there either. Found her curled up panting and shaking on the bathroom floor. (she never goes in the bathroom)
She is now sitting in her bed panting very loudly and shaking. I have found the remmnants of an Ikea pencil next to where she was laying last night.
Feel helpless because vet doesnt open till 9am and she is obviously suffering right now and I cant do anything.
My poor little baisey boo.