It’s been so long since I’ve written on any of my blogs that I doubt anyone even reads them any more. But, dang it, I just need to vent.
First, mom and dad moved here in early December. That was a good thing, a very good thing. Unfortunately, my dad ended up in the hospital right after that which was stressful, very stressful. He was in the hospital basically all of December. He got out and I got sick. Knock me flat on my back and feeling like crap sick. Did I mention this is December and January. Sucks.
Well, now my baby is sick. I know. She’s a dog. But, she’s MY dog and dang it she’s pretty important to me. Heck, I have tears streaming down my face right now because I’m thinking about her, sitting on my couch and SHE’S NOT HERE.
Usually when I’m sitting on the couch this is the face that’s staring back at me. She’s usually sitting right at my feet, or if I’m lucky (because I do like my space) she’s laying on her blanket (the one my mom knitted for ME but she has claimed as her own) with one eye on me to make sure I’m still there. Instead, I’m staring at that blanket where she was laying this morning with her adorable puppy dog eyes telling me that she wasn’t feeling good.
Since Panda came to live with me in August she’s has very quickly wrapped me around those adorable paws of hers. When I say she’s part of my life I mean it. If I’m going through a drive-thru I know which ones give the best dog treats. I go to the bank that has the best dog treats in town. She is with me all the time and I love it.
So, what’s going on. Wednesday I worked from home hoping to get caught up on things since it’s been such a crappy month. Of course, Panda was on her bed in my office doing her lazy thing. I heard a noise and looked over and she had puked. It was rather gross and definitely not a normal occurrence with her (she’s only thrown up one other time). I wasn’t thrilled but it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Then on Thursday evening I was petting her and giving her a massage and I noticed that one of her folds was red which probably meant it was infected. It’s something that is common in bulldogs but I felt horrible because my baby had a boo-b00. Since this is the first time she’s had a skin infection since I’ve had her I didn’t have anything for it so I knew we’d need to go to the vet on Friday to get something for her skin.
Friday morning I woke up and she had (OK, this is where it might get kind of gross so, you’re warned) diarrhea. Of course, it was in her bed (blech) but when I took her outside it was the nastiest runniest thing I’ve ever seen. Not good so I called the vet so we could get her checked out. Definitely not a fun morning. But we got to the vet without any mishaps (ie accidents).
The vet was running late and they had a student vet there so we got the royal treatment. A very thorough exam and highest praise for how wonderful my sweet baby is. The student vet and our regular doctor both raved on how wonderful Panda was. They both were amazed by how cooperative she was why they poked and prodded and pushed and examined her. I was proud. They did a stool sample to rule out a parasite and when that came back OK gave her some barium and let me bring her home. The doctor explained that the barium coats the stomach kind of like mylanta so if everything was fine it would calm her stomach and come out and we’d be fine. If not, the barium would allow them to see her digestive movement in xrays today. (See Panda has a bad habit of eating things she shouldn’t, like stuffing from her toys, so if something was stuck we’d be able to see it this way.) I brought her home, well, actually I brought her to my parents because I needed to run an errand and didn’t want her home alone. My parents took her out every 20 minutes because she still had diarrhea and when I got her we did the same thing until she fell asleep at 9. At one point she had some blood so I was worried but the vet office was closed so I just watched her.
She slept in my room that night so I could hear her better. She slept great, I didn’t. Normally, Panda wakes up between 8:30 and 9 and can’t wait to get out of her crate. She does a lap around the house to make sure everything is OK then bounds to her spot to wait for me to serve her breakfast. This morning I woke her up a little after 9 and had to coax her out of her crate. She walked to the hall and sat down. When I called her for breakfast she wasn’t excited at all. But, she did eat. Then I took her out and nothing. No diarrhea but NOTHING. I brought her in and she just laid down. The cat came in and nothing from Panda. The cat was twitching his tail and everything and Panda just laid there. Definitely NOT her.
We went out again and this time I had to drag her to get her to even walk on the grass. That’s when the real fear set in. So, I jumped in the shower and called the vet to let them know we’d be there soon. I told the vet what was going on and she was concerned too so took her back for xrays, a rectal and abdomen exam. The xrays came back fine. Well, sort of fine. There is no blockage and everything is moving fine but it also showed us a good picture of her spine and hips. Her right hip looks great. The left hip, not so much. I’ve suspected this but today it was confirmed. There are also some issues with her spine. I can’t remember exactly what the spine problem is but her vertebrae aren’t they way they are supposed to be. Made me feel like I’m not a complete loser because I’ve always thought it was uncomfortable for her to sit and this confirmed that I was right. She’s been on glucosamine and the doctor said she seems to be comfortable so we’ll stick with that for now. If she starts acting uncomfortable or in pain we’ll add an anti-inflammatory but for now we’re OK.
The doctor was very concerned, though, because Panda was very uncomfortable/irritated by the abdomen exam. She said it was a complete change from her exam the day before and that was concerning to her. She also said she was dehydrated. She wanted to do some blood work but said Panda really need some fluids. That’s when they told me she needed to spend the night there. That’s when I lost it. I cried.
Yes, I cried because my dog had to spend the night in the vet hospital.
This afternoon I brought Panda’s food for the night. (She has a sensitive stomach and I didn’t want her to get an upset tummy from eating something new on top of all this.) The vet had her blood work back and everything looked good. When I came in Panda was very excited to see me. She still hadn’t had a bowel movement but was being a real trooper with her IV in.
And now, I’m home. Missing her terribly and just waiting for morning to come so I can hear how she’s doing. Assuming she’s hydrated I’ll get to bring her home tomorrow. Yes, I’m still crying. After I left the vet I went to my parents house and stayed there most of the day because i didn’t want to come here. I swear, I haven’t been in my house without my dog since I got her.
Honestly, I DON’T LIKE IT EITHER.
I just want my puppy back and I want her to be better. I’m going to watch a movie but it will be so weird to not have her sitting with her head in my lap begging me to let her on the couch with me. I’m sad because I can’t give in tonight and let her up to lay across my legs and snuggle in. I won’t hear her noisy rumble when she falls asleep or be able to rub her silky ears. I won’t get to wrestle her awake tonight and beg and plead with her to get up so she can go to bed so I can sleep.
Gosh, I just love that rolley-polley pumpkin butt.