Daisy is fine now. She was overdue for her shots so I took her into Fort Davis on Thursday to a highly recommended vet clinic. It was the closest to Van Horn, an hour and a half away.
Whether it was a reaction to the vaccinations or the long mountainous ride home, but Daisy started to get sick by the time we reached Valentine. By the time we reached Van Horn, the clinic was already closed and she was very sick. The night was hard for both of us, and she was still vomiting in the morning, so I packed her up and we headed back to the clinic. The vets were fantastic--concerned, caring, doting--and treated us both gently. She's back to her old self now, one minute ornery, the next happy to play with her favorite length of string.
Rural life is full of risks and benefits, and the distance and isolation is as comforting as it is inconvenient. It is no different here, than in Iowa, where we were faced with a similar challenge. Two stray dogs came up to the house one cold fall day, certain they'd found a new home. One was very pregnant, and she soon gave birth to six pups in Truman's dog house. No James Herriot would come to the house. Riverside had no vet or shelter, Iowa City wouldn't take rural animals, and we were forced to drive an hour to Muscatine--the closest shelter who would take them.
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