Friday morning Emily ran out of the bedroom and was wandering in the living room — I wake up to find her crunching the rest of her food out of her bowl.  I pick her up and we sleep on the couch.  She wakes me up with what I thought was the hiccups.  Instead she was retching, unable to hold her water (which she had been struggling with all week), and she’s obviously having some respiratory distress with her poor little lungs inflating and deflating rapidly.

I rush her to the ER — they tell me she might not make it and they need to run some tests.  After having just lost Emma dog, I’m really upset at this point.  They finally tell me they suspect she has aspirated pneumonia.  They put her on oxygen and treat her with an IV.

Later that day they tell me she’s stabilized but they still need to watch her closely.

Poor little puppy.