Islay isn't well at all. She was up in the night being sick - which meant that I had to be up too, to let her out of the front door so she could run round to the garden each time.
She didn't eat breakfast (I don't think she has ever missed breakfast in her life before), and she spent the day in Backfold throwing up at intervals, with concerned passers by asking after her welfare. She drank a lot of water, put down by Joyce in the Wool and Willow shop, because she has a small washing up bowl in the shop. Now she's curled up on the settee looking sorry for herself - but at least she's stopped being sick. I went down to the vet's after work, but they don't do an evening surgery on Saturdays, so I just took their emergency number, in case she got worse.
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