I got a phone call at work today from my boyfriends mum to say Zola was pooing out blood and didn't look well. She said she was going to take him to the emergancy vet and she would pick me up on the way. I broke down at work and told them I HAD to leave... If they said no I'd have walked anyway... So when I got in the car he seemed really warm and I was freaking out. We got him to the vet who said he has a very bad grassy tummy and that he maybe allectic to something, have a bug or more than like its the food. AGAIN. SO just when I thought I had found the one. She said dog food is still to rich for him so he's not alloud to eat for a day (he has sugar and salty water stuff she gave me instead) then tomorrow he has to start eating proper fresh ooked chicken. He has to go for a check up again on Monday. He also got this other thing to take with his to be put in his mouth once a day and he got a jab. I;m so glad he is ok now. I didn;t think he was going to make it when I heard and I felt so bad for not being there.. Oh and the vet bill. they charged me £110.00. £80.00 for which was just to even glance at him. Becuz it was a Saturday... madness. I would have paid any amount of money or given my own life for him to be ok. Im just so glad. I hope something like this NEVER happens to me again. Phew!