Even this sad, pitiful face is so cute I could cry. If this isn't a "mom, I really think I need to go to the hospital" look, I don't know what is.
Taylor and I escorted Eddie to the vet this morning.
And, even though he wasn't feeling well and we were worried sick for him, he still managed to make us giggle.
The verdict is that he has some sort of foreign object in his small intestines. Could be string, could be a piece of a stuffed animal, could be a squeaker...who knows?
There were some Chihuahua's from hell in the waiting room whom Eddie tried to lovingly greet. It didn't go so well for Eddie and he left the waiting room with very hurt feelings and some serious confusion about what the heck had just taken place.
Doc is going to start him on fluids and antibiotics and do surgery in the morning. He said I could call about 10:00 to find out the results. Leaving him behind was so hard, even though he practically skipped away wagging his tail behind him. Even in times of great despair, he still manages to be so sweet.
I'll be sure to post the results as soon as I know something. I'm feeling much more optimistic now that Doc seemed to think it would be quite a simple procedure. Thanks to everyone for their concern and prayers.