Divine Lunacy Has a Melt Down

This weekend, I have been housesitting for my folks.  They have a dog, Ginger, that is 15 years old.  She doesn't see very well; she doesn't hear very well; her teeth are literally falling out of her head.  Everyday, I woke up thinking:  "Is she still in the land of the living?"  Friday night, I had to go out to my church to help with Communion set-up.  When I got home around 7:30ish, I found a couple of accidents on the floor:  poop and throw-up.  The poop was irksome and irritating; the throw-up was a bit more jolting.  Although a much smaller amount than the poop, it appeared to be quite bloody.  The next morning, Ginger wouldn't get out of her little kennel for about 1 hour.  When she finally emerged, she was shaky, disoriented, and very lethargic.  She has also been off her food quite a bit over the last couple of weeks.  I panicked.  I called my mom and I really thought that Ginger was not long for this world.  Mom said ok, but to call my sister so that I wouldn't be alone.  Thank goodness, Crystal was available.  She was calm, cool, and collected, as the saying goes.  She suggested that we take Ginger to the vet and have her examined, then the vet could give us an educated opinion on what to do.  We did.  Ginger's heart, lungs, and body temp were all normal, but the vet said she is obviously distressed.  She gave Ginger three injections for the runny stool, vomiting (although she only threw up once), and an antibiotic.  We brought her home and discussed what to do next.  So I kept an eye on her throughout the afternoon and evening, giving periodic updates to Mom and Crystal.  This morning, I noticed that she was trying to eat but just couldn't seem to take anything into her mouth.  I thought maybe some Ensure, like they give elderly people for extra nourishment.  Then I thought maybe some baby food.  I talked to Crystal and on her suggestion called the vet to ask.  The vet thought that was a great idea.  So I did.  And Ginger was finally able to eat.  She kept it down and I didn't have to take her with me to the vet's when I went to get her meds.  I don't like death watches and that's what this weekend has been:  a death watch.  I will be glad when I can go home and just take care of my stuff.  Anyway, I'm done ranting...for now.  Hope you all have a great week.  Oh, and by the way, How much is that doggy in the window?