There nothing as sick as a sick man women are fond of saying. We've found that this does not hold true in our family. There's nothing quite as sick as our Nemi.

Quite the opposite of our dachsie Mita. A few months ago, Mita found and chewed on something she shouldn't have, and a sharp long piece bone of got stuck in her mouth, behind her molars. It had probably been eating into her gums for hours by the time we caught on to the "symptoms". That is, Mita was lying quietly in her bed. She didn't make a noise as we held her mouth open and with some difficulty got the object out. Whereupn she promptly wanted to eat it again!

With Nemi, there is simply no chance of missing any symtoms as she more or less point them out to us. Last week she must have eaten somthing that didn't agree with her. In the evening she was unusually clingy, and also very restless - lying down for two seconds, trying another position, then another spot. A little later later, she threw up. It went downhill from thre.

Whining and pawing us, she insisted she wanted to be picked up. We held her, and petted and comforted her with soothing noises - she sighed and burrowed her nose under our chins. As soon as we stopped, she would at first whine softly. If this didn't elicit any response form us, the whining would quicly increase to a complaining howl. She found that this would work even better if she pawed, alternatively scratched, our cheeks. As soon as we petted and felt sorry for her again, she could curl up in our arms and sigh.

This alternation between being sick, companing loudly with an amazing variation of nosies and us trying to console her continued through the night. In the early hours of the morning, she finally fell asleep. Believe me, so did we!