A bad day.

March 29, Ashdown.

We spent what felt like the whole day at a clinic twenty miles away in the nearest big town (there is a vet here but no pediatrician) to learn what I already knew: Dylan has come down with the flu.
I knew because he suddenly started coughing the same cough I had back in Florida, and then had abdominal pain. He even threw up with the force of the cough, just as I had.
He fell asleep on the way back and didn't awaken when we got home at last. All through this I could not stop thinking about our friend, and crying.
It has been a bad day all over.