Is spending the night at the vet, and she is in good hands. Looks like something lodged in the intestine, and also some tick-borne disease. I’ll get a report in the morning, but it doesn’t sound serious. Rose truly hates to be at the vet, and tries everything to get out of there, unlike Lenore, who rushes in to greet everybody. The farm is quiet, fortunately, and I suspect Rose will be home tomorrow. When Rose goes to the vet, I always think about how much she has meant to me here, and how different life here would be without her. We would survive, of course, but it does help me appreciate her.