Sasha was pretty lethargic over the weekend, and was breathing quite heavily. Her little heart was going a-thumpa a-thumpa. I knew it was something terrible when she refused her favorite -- tomato! Turned out she was profoundly anemic, probably because of a bleed somewhere in her intestines.
Our lives have been revolving around my ol' girl for the past few days (interspersed with prolonged bouts of weeping -- by me). We've been keeping her close at all times, mostly because she seems to get really anxious if we're not next to her or directly in her line of vision. She's being treated like a little queen -- pretty much the only thing she'll eat is brioche dipped in milk or cream (hand-fed, of course).
For now, we think the bleeding has stopped (wherever it is), and her blood counts have stabilized, and are actually starting to go back up. Little puglet is still pretty weak, and breathes all the time like she's just run a marathon. We're hopeful that she'll pull through on her own, and won't need invasive intervention like a transfusion.