or maybe poor me! I got the fright of my life when I got home at lunchtime, all set to walk the dogs (luckily having decided not to give blood after all, given the "substantially more than an hour" waiting time) and found Maddie with her face the size of a a melon! Needless to say I panicked totally, shoved Murphy back in the house and tore off with Maddie down to the vets, only to find she was away til 2, so I was directed to the nearest one with a vet and got there in double quick time. I thought Maddie's throat might swell up and she could die but once I got there they said it looked scary but that they weren't aware of that sort of thing ever ending in anaphylactic shock or similar.
So she got steroids and antihistamine jags and we have more pills for her and so far it's gone down quite a bit but not totally. I should say at this point that throughout this, while she was a bit subdued, on the whole she hasn't been massively affected by this.
I think Murphy must have realised something was wrong (he must have picked up on my panic at least) as I was going to work out what was for tea but ended up having a bit of a love-in with the dogs - I had Maddie on her bed and sat with her for a cuddle and Murphy wanted in so I played with him too - but when I wanted to get up he kept putting the paw up "don't go, don't go" so I just had to sit there and stroke him til Richard got home (and read a magazine to pass the time!)
PS I must also say that this picture (taken at the vets) is bad but the pictures don't show how bad it actually was. Poor Maddie.
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