ok yesterday as im getting ready to go to my family gathering i discover a container of cocoa powder for baking on the floor. theres tooth marks in the plastic and my dog looks guilty she ate enough of it to be a lethal dose. at the emergency vet her heart rate was at 250, which would nearly kill a human, and is very damn bad for a dog the size of a corgi (which is what my luna love is)
the first two hours it was touch and go, she was heavily sedated and being flushed from nose to tail, but the best report the vet would give was "guarded" they wanted me to go home. my answer was a polite version of "hell no, you gotta be crazy" i told them how last year when my pain was crippling me and my brain chemicals had me ready to eat a bullet that it was this dog that kept me going, gave me a reason to put the safety back on every damn day.
i told them of the last dog i lost and how i had gone home thinking she would be fine only to get a call at 2 in the morning saying she was dead.
so there i sat til about 2 am today when they asked if i was willing to come back and sit with her since she was distressed about being alone in the cage and they had another very sick dog to help too. i curled up with my baby on the floor on a blanket with an iv and a catheter in her thinking she would die in my arms.
i had taken several ativan to keep from having a fourth panic attack so i passed out wrapped around my beautiful little luna love. i woke to her whining and licking my nose. minutes later the doc comes in and asks if i would like to take her home for the rest of her recovery since she was doing fine. by this afternoon my girl should be her usuall healthy self again
now yall know im not a religious man, but whatever gods watch over dogs and their crippled companions graced me last night. my little girl was dying, and dying rather fast, but she lived, and will be okay.
im probly gunna have to sell my car to pay for it all, but when i do ill have the biggest smile on my face youve ever seen on a man. since all my family and friends who gave me support during the rough parts are asleep or waking with their young'ns now i needed to tell someone about my great good luck. i apologize for the horrid typing, but i cant see very well because i cant stop shedding tears of joy and relief
the first two hours it was touch and go, she was heavily sedated and being flushed from nose to tail, but the best report the vet would give was "guarded" they wanted me to go home. my answer was a polite version of "hell no, you gotta be crazy" i told them how last year when my pain was crippling me and my brain chemicals had me ready to eat a bullet that it was this dog that kept me going, gave me a reason to put the safety back on every damn day.
i told them of the last dog i lost and how i had gone home thinking she would be fine only to get a call at 2 in the morning saying she was dead.
so there i sat til about 2 am today when they asked if i was willing to come back and sit with her since she was distressed about being alone in the cage and they had another very sick dog to help too. i curled up with my baby on the floor on a blanket with an iv and a catheter in her thinking she would die in my arms.
i had taken several ativan to keep from having a fourth panic attack so i passed out wrapped around my beautiful little luna love. i woke to her whining and licking my nose. minutes later the doc comes in and asks if i would like to take her home for the rest of her recovery since she was doing fine. by this afternoon my girl should be her usuall healthy self again
now yall know im not a religious man, but whatever gods watch over dogs and their crippled companions graced me last night. my little girl was dying, and dying rather fast, but she lived, and will be okay.
im probly gunna have to sell my car to pay for it all, but when i do ill have the biggest smile on my face youve ever seen on a man. since all my family and friends who gave me support during the rough parts are asleep or waking with their young'ns now i needed to tell someone about my great good luck. i apologize for the horrid typing, but i cant see very well because i cant stop shedding tears of joy and relief
And I'm so glad she's ok... you holding her in your arms would have helped more than you know. Also you made me ball. Thanks...
