So much for no chaos. This week the dog got sick. Like, really sick.
On Monday night, he threw up aaaaallll over the house. At first, we thought he had eaten a couple of chocolate chips from the kids' cookies. But it kept happening. All day Tuesday and into Wednesday morning. He was also not himself. He hasn't barked since Monday night. Sooo not like him. He also had zero energy. So, when he was still sick Wednesday morning, we decided we couldn't wait, and had to take him to the vet.
They did a whole bunch of tests, and finally decided that he has pancreatitis. This means that his pancreas isn't working correctly, and basically leaking digestive fluids into his insides. We caught it early, so the vet seemed confident that he would recover well. He is on IV fluids and pain meds. I talked to Dr.Miles (ps~love, love, love Lucerne Vet & Dr. Chris Miles!!!) this afternoon, and she said while he hadn't gotten worse, he sure hadn't gotten any better, and she wanted to keep him for at least another night. I took the kids to see him after school today, and he looked slightly perkier than yesterday, but barely moved. He mostly had a happy to see them look in his eyes. So very, very sad.
This is so strange to me. I've not been a huge fan of this dog, especially as of late, but this sickness of his has really hit me hard! We even had someone come to meet him on Monday afternoon, to see if they would be a good fit to be his new family. For all of my campaigning to get rid of him, as I'm suddenly faced with the possibility of losing him, I am heart-broken. I really feel like it is more than mere compassion for an animal in pain; I think I actually love this dog. He misbehaves, grates on my last nerve, frustrates me, and causes me general stress......but in the words of Ella, "I would miss that little fluff-ball." The house does just not seem right without him.
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