Emergency Vets

This morning wee Ruaridh was not his cheerful happy self, he only ate half of his breakfast and was quite lethargic. He wasn't himself yesterday afternoon and Graham was concerned, however when I got home from Glasgow he became more alert and ate his dinner etc. Today we took him for a walk and he chased some squirrels but something was just not tickety boo.
Graham was meeting an old chum for a pint and he set off to go up to the town. Ruaridh just laid about and felt very hot temperature wise, he was not eating or drinking, he laid on the end of our bed and just slept, never even stirred when I cooked my fried egg sandwich! Layla was very concerned and telephoned a couple of times, and said to telephone the vet which I did. The nurse asked me one or two questions and then said to take the wee fellow over to Mayfield Road emergency vets, Layla at once said she would come with us which I much appreciated.
I found the vets quickly and then Layla arrived, and the nurse said would I open the door for her. In a cat box according to the owner was a very poorly cat, on letting Layla in I let go of the dogs lead and you guessed it he made for the cat. The women went berserk, and I thought the nurse would be angry too, no way she was desperately trying to stop laughing, I apologised to the owner of the cat, then the vet said she would see us. She examined the wee fellow, and told me he had crepes on his R) lung, and his temperature was 103.8 degrees F. Two injections later, and a much lighter bank balance we headed off for home, Ruaridh to have plenty of fluids which he delights in drinking from a syringe instead of his bowl. Much brighter this evening, sleeping in his bed so I will say Goodnight.