My parents' little dog is in the ER
My mom called last night, around ten. She said he'd been vomiting for about twenty four hours, couldn't keep even water down, was very restless, and clearly in a great deal of pain/distress. Our local emergency vet is excellent, but the cost is extreme (count on six hundred dollars per day for care, plus meds...if there's a surgery add even more). I know it's not about the money, but they are both retired and it is a consideration. Both my parents are seniors, and one problem is they tend to forget things (like the fact that this little guy has been rushed to the vet before for pancreatitis). So, I reminded her of that (she said she didn't remember that, but at least she believed me). I was pretty sure that was what it was, and the long term vomiting most definitely meant dehydration on top of that. Fortunately she took my advice, called that vet, and rushed him there last night. He's been diagnosed with pancreatitis (poor guy...we went through that once with Portage...it's very painful for them) and fairly serious dehydration. He was admitted, put on meds (including IV phenobarb as he hadn't kept any down and they didn't want to risk him seizing while already so sick), and is on IV fluids. His prognosis at this point is good (although they are worried about possible kidney/liver involvement), but he'll be staying at least one more night as he hasn't bounced back as quickly as they'd hoped. Sounds like he was really, really sick. (She often forgets about his dietary restrictions and the true Ukranian Baba in her comes out so she feeds him (for Ukranian women food equals love), and that will set him up for trouble.) I often have to push down my inner Baba myself, especially when preparing a family dinner. (I invite six and cook for forty three. My husband's family is not Ukranian, so he doesn't understand why this must happen. It's not my choice...honest. It's genetics. Food is love.) My Dad was supportive of taking him in once my Mom made the decision, but prior to that was more laid back, "Oh, you're overreacting. He'll be okay on his own." There is no doubt in my mind that had they waited he would have either died over night, or been so far gone this morning that they would be dealing with something much worse today. It's amazing how quickly our furry little children can go downhill, and so scary. We're all really worried, and will feel so much better for him when he's home (or at least when our own vet opens and she can move him there). Fingers crossed for little Malarki to recover quickly. |
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| Poor little guy. Pancreatitis is indeed life threatening. Baba risks killing her dog, I hope the message stays in her mind this time. You may have to remind her from time to time. Just mention the doctor's bill. |
| Poor Malarki (love the name) Pancreatitis is a terrible thing. I hope he gets better fast, poor boy. |
| They are moving to a new apartment over the next few weeks. I'm going to put that vet bill on the new fridge for all to see. That way, each time she goes to grab a few slices of bacon to cook up and crumble onto his dinner, she'll have to make it past that horrible bill. |
traciels28 wrote: (She often forgets about his dietary restrictions and the true Ukranian Baba in her comes out so she feeds him (for Ukranian women food equals love), and that will set him up for trouble.) I often have to push down my inner Baba myself, especially when preparing a family dinner. (I invite six and cook for forty three. My husband's family is not Ukranian, so he doesn't understand why this must happen. It's not my choice...honest. It's genetics. Food is love.) Yes this is genetics. Kim's mum is Ukranian (from Saskatchewan). I swear both Kim and her mum are trying to kill me with food. Family dinners are banquets for kings (and their entire kingdoms). Kim's mum's response to my heart attack has been baking baking baking and soup-making (supposedly healthy stuff), I know there are about 3 deep-freezer-full of stuff I have to go pick up at her place. Apparently, an enormous amount of food will be good for my heart.  I hope Malarki is ok!  |
| Hey no one forces you to eat 7 servings of perogies! I have found it hard to resist giving Mady people food treats, but so far I have suppressed my own inner Baba and cheese is the only human food she gets. I hope that Malarky gets better soon. Your parents have alot to deal with these days, with a sick dog and a big move, so my fingers are crossed that all goes well for them. |
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