After I unpacked his food, bowls, blanket and toys, I put BA on the leash and took him outside to "hurry." But, I noticed that when he went, it was loose. Not his normal rambunctious self, he was very quiet the remainder of the day.
The next morning, when I got up there were several small piles of vomit and diarrhea all around the kitchen. Poor BA was sick...really sick. He was lying on top of the heat vent shivering. He wasn't crying, whining or whimpering...just shivering. His nose was dry. Wrapping him in a clean blanket and placing him in my lap, I called my Vet. Telling him the symptoms, I was to meet him at his office in a half hour.
Greeting me at the door as I held BA snugly in my arms, I followed the Vet and his assistant down the hallway as he turned on lights. It was time for me to let go. Taking him out of my arms and doing a preliminary exam, he said, "He's one sick puppy. We'll keep him overnight and put him on an intravenous. As soon as the results come back, I'll call you."
Leaving there, I remember only thinking of little BA...not even thinking of my daughter and her husband. The next morning the Vet called and told me that BA had made it through the night which was a good sign. However, when I asked what was wrong with him, he replied, "Parvo enteritis. He's riddled with it. He's holding his own for now."
Hearing those dreaded words, I thought of my daughter now and how upset she would be when they got home. My mind remembered the look on my Vet's face and the deep sigh he made, when I'd told him BA came from the pound, He wasn't happy about that, since they didn't have a good reputation for cleanliness.
Later on that afternoon my Vet called me again. This time, it was to tell me that BA had died.
Only a few days had passed when I received a beautiful sympathy card with footprints in the sand saying that BA would be waiting for those who loved him. My Vet never sent me a bill for BA's care and a few weeks later, my daughter and son in law came by to show their new pitch black kitten. My Vet had called them saying it needed a home. It was healthy and feisty. They named him Vern. He, too, came into my life. But, that's another story.