Bedridden, It’s pouring out of me, there is no other way to say it. Pain, cramping, uncontrolled intestinal rebellion. By day 3 of code brown, one of my dearest friends, Becca, has decided I needed medical attention. She will no longer be accepting my adamant refusal of hospital care.

Princess Ayva, age 12 and our oldest of the bunch had started chattering her teeth. It had been going on for a few days; it was odd behaviour that I’d never seen before. We decided it was worrisome enough to take her to the vet.