My Dog Is Trembling And Throwing Up Novels & Stories

With the help of an assistant, she carefully examined the puppy's condition. The puppy was weak and agitated. He was shaking with labored breathing. His eyes were not as bright as usual; they seemed dull and listless. There were traces of frothy saliva around his mouth, indicating a toxic reaction in his body. Alma quickly checked his pulse, then observed the color of his gums and mucous membranes, which were pale. "How is he, Alma?" Alma turned with a worried expression. "It looks like he's got food poisoning." "Food poisoning?" Young Vione asked reflexively. Alma and the young Usher looked at her. "What do you mean? I fed him as usual, and he's never been poisoned before. He's fine. He—"

Jasper’s thumb brushed my cheek again softly and careful, like he was handling something fragile that might crack if he pressed too hard. “Dr. Voss?” he repeated, brow furrowing just a little. “You sure? It’s late… but I can call him now if it’s urgent. Tell me what’s wrong, love. You’re shaking again, is the pup doing alright or do you need something?” I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing the nausea down, deep, and burning, like acid crawling up my esophagus.

Instead, I found her leaning forward as I got to her and nuzzled my snout into her neck. Her scent, sweet and delicate, filled my nostrils, calming every nerve in my body as she draped her small and fragile body around my base. Finally, I had her, and Goddess, I missed her so much. She was safe with me now. “Take me away.“ She breathed into my ears, and my heart squeezed. “I—” Suddenly, her breathing becomes shallow, and her heart rate begins to pick up rapidly. She begins to shiver against my nape, her body visibly jerking violently, and I freeze, fearful. What's happening? Why is she suddenly trembling so fast?

Its tongue rolls out of its mouth, and its brown eyes are wide with excitement. The dog's fur is a mix of black and white, and it has a few tufts of fur sticking up on top of its head. It's a cute little creature, but it's certainly making a lot of noise. The woman looks apologetic, but she can't seem to stop the dog. As the woman approaches the check-in counter, the dog suddenly does a full-body shake, sending droplets of water flying in all directions. The woman shrieks, and the man next to her jumps back, trying to avoid the shower of water.

A departure from his usual noisy self, she was pleasantly surprised to find Chucky quietly obedient as the vet poked and prodded him on the examination table. It did not escape Annabelle's notice that the vet was acting peculiar. Similar to the lady at the reception counter, the vet’s fingers were trembling, his movements jerky and awkward. His head kept on bowing in reverence every time he touched Chucky, it appeared as if he either felt the highest level of respect to the dog or he feared Chucky. For Chucky's sake, Annabelle decided to ignore the weird sensation settling in her stomach. She needed to know the extent of Chucky's injuries.

She breathed in small gasps, desperately trying not to vomit again. The caregiver saw her painful expression and the sweat beading on her pale face. "Miss Charlie, what's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?" Charlene could not hold it anymore. She leaned over and vomited into the trash can beside the bed, emptying all the soup from earlier. The dizziness worsened with the movement, and after vomiting, she slowly lay back down as her body trembled uncontrollably. The caregiver was terrified, "How are you feeling? Are you running a fever?" she asked, quickly pressing the call button.

My stomach twisted suddenly. A wave of nausea rose sharply from deep inside me. My throat tightened. I barely had time to turn my head before it happened. Everything I had eaten earlier rushed up violently. I threw up all over Zander’s shirt. The smell was sharp and bitter. My body jerked forward from the force of it. Zander didn’t react. He didn’t move away. His hand continued rubbing slowly against my back. “It’s okay,” he murmured quietly. My head spun. The room tilted slightly.

Stoic added. My hands started shaking, but I wasn't sure why and I couldn't seem to stop it. The trembling continued up my arms and then throughout my body. My body was seizing and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I flinched when Violet suddenly muttered, burying her face deeper in my arms. “You’re awake?” I asked, trying to nudge her eyes open. She grunted, slapping my hand away. “Don’t disturb me, Knox. This damn stomach has been acting up. My whole body feels like it’s burning for no reason.” She rolled over onto her stomach and faced the couch. “I’ve been throwing up like crazy. Is it normal?” “Throwing up?” I exclaimed. “Why didn’t you call me?” “You finally went to meet your lover. How could I disturb you? Besides, you can’t stop my nausea anyway,” she yawned.

I struggled to speak through my trembling lips. "W–what's happening? Why do I feel sick?" My voice trembled as though the air was full of sandpaper. Jaxton must have noticed my unease because he immediately stopped kissing and stroking me. He backed off slightly, staring at me intently with concerned eyes. I tried to tell him something, but couldn't. The words wouldn't come out of my mouth. A huge wave of nausea rolled through me and I threw up violently right there in front of him.