It's been one heck of a year. Just ask Maggie! She decided to help me one Sunday morning when I was filling the wood pile. One minute she was carrying sticks around and the next she was violently vomiting!
She got worse very quickly and was hacking up blood while I was trying to contact our regular vet...but she's gone so I had to call the next nearest in Durand. It was a hair raising twenty mile trip, going way faster than I wanted to drive while she's retching the whole way, crying and wheezing. I'm PRAYING we make it there before it's too late! She's was suddenly too quiet in the back seat as I pulled into the vet clinic. I opened the door to find her....ok! And then I noticed the bloody stem of the problem lying next to her:
Life on the farm is kinda laid back? Not really......
Next episode: I got bit by a flying squirrel. (It's no wonder I never have time for updates!)