swingchickie | oh, holy hell.

this has been one bitch-slap of a night. seriously.

came back from a lovely evening out to find angus not really acting like himself. this morning he hadn't been too keen on his breakfast, and he'd spent most of the day sleeping up on my bed... but when we came home to find him still on the bed, food untouched, and rather lethargic, i started to get worried. when jack went downstairs and found 5 or 6 puddles of blood-tinged vomit, i got really worried. called the vet, and they told me i needed to bring him in right away.

spent an hour at the ER with him, and had to leave him overnight for observation and tests. (but i didn't go home empty-handed... i had a snazzy sky-high estimate to read over. yay.) cried the whole way home, worried about my poor little man. came home, called jack with a status update, and put on my jammies to wait for an update call from the vet.

and suddenly heard the sound of duck vomiting downstairs.

yep, duck is the bloody vomit culprit. (which he had been a week ago when we discovered the roundworm, but he's on antibiotics to clear it up.) yet he is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, while angus is lethargic (but, assuming now, non-barfy.) what the heck is going on with these little guys? i called the vet again, and of course they want me to rush duck back over... i'm waiting for the call from the vet so we can figure out what to do.

sigh. this is insane.