Katie here. I told Mama that I needed to borrow her blog so that I could say thank you to all of you out there worried about me, and all of you that sent Mama messages with advice and support during the bad days. Let me tell you this has been so stressful for me! I suppose it’s no fun for Mama either, taking me in and outside all the time, and then carting me around looking for an answer to why I felt so terrible last Thursday night. Most of you saw this on facebook, but this was how I was feeling Thursday night when my Mama rushed me to the emergency vet clinic.
And I bet you are wondering why I got sick during the evening of a snowstorm when the roads were terrible and the wind was howling and Mama was scared to drive. Well. Let me tell you. I am a princess and a princess does not care about all that when she has a tummy ache. She just lets her minions know…well her Mama know, and off we went to get me some help! My Mama’s good about stuff like that. I guess I’ll keep her.
So anyway…they did all sorts of nasty stuff to me! They took my blood! And they poked me to get urine! GEEZE…just ask me, I’ll pee for you, you know what I mean, but noooooo…and then, then…why it’s too horrible to even tell you! They shaved my tummy! Unthinkable. I noticed my Mama wasn’t even there for that one…I had to sleep at the hospital by myself without her and then in the morning did they let me go home? No they did not! They shaved my tummy!!! And then they put cold goop on it and got the rest of my furs all sticky and matted and they rubbed it around a long time. My Mama says they told her I was very good. I’ll let you in on a secret. I was too terrified to move!
They took a bunch of pictures trying to figure out what was going on with me and they decided it was probably pancreatitis which upset my Mama a lot. But I didn’t care what they called it, cause it gets me this wonderful soft dog food! Out of a can! I could hardly believe it when my Mama gave me some the first day home. It was so good, and she only gave me a little cause I was just home and all, so I asked her for more. In fact I asked her for more about every other minute all night long. She was very appreciative of all the attention. I’m sure.
Saturday my Mama got a call from the vet and guess what? My score for the pancreatitis test was only 40! That means I don’t have it…or so says my regular vet. So I don’t need all that fancy food…but Mama says she’s going to keep feeding me the rest of it…and then she’s going to get a low fat version forever…but she says it won’t be in a can cause cans are a pain in the…well..anyway. I’m going to keep pestering her for the canned stuff though because let me tell you that stuff is gooooood!
I figured Mama would be all happy and stuff but she seemed more worried because now she didn’t know what was up at all. She made another appointment, this time with my own vet and you know what she did today? She put me in the car! Now let me tell you. I went in the car last weekend and ended up at the kennel. Then I came home for one stinking day and I got put in the car again and ended up at the hospital. So I was not too happy about being in the car this morning, and I told her so. Loudly and often. If you shelties know what I mean, and I think you do. We got to the vet and I was shaking so much they could hardly read the scale! (By the way I am a svelte 20.9 pounds, just perfect I think!) Then we went in a room to wait. I know all about waiting for scary stuff so I insisted on sitting on my Mama. Not beside her. On her. And every time she put me on the floor I asked to be picked up. When the vet lady came in I tried to crawl into Mama’s coat. And she was still wearing it.
My lady vet made my Mama feel a lot better. She said not to worry about the gall bladder, there were no stones, and that sometimes dogs like me just get an irritable stomach and it likely wasn’t a mild case of pancreatitis, though it’s possible it was. And she said it wouldn’t hurt to keep me on the low fat diet (hint hint Mama) and you know what else? You know that stupid urinary infection I’ve had for a month? That the emergency vet said was still there? Well the culture came back today and there was nothing there! So after this week Mama can stop giving me those pills. Of course that means I have to go back to the vet to give another urine sample on Monday to make absolutely sure…and while we’re there I guess they’re going to pull more blood and check all that again. But between you and me, I think I’m ALL BETTER!!!
I feel good. I’m a happy camper. Want to see me from when I was at the vet today? Here you go! This was after I got the good news and the lady vet left the room. I wanted to go home!
So I think that’s the end of my adventure. I’m really sorry all you guys were worried about me. But it made me feel very special and loved. Just think! Most of us have never even met and still we care so much about each other! I know it was all those positive thoughts and paws crossed that got us through this with the least amount of wear, if you call a pink tummy and an empty wallet lack of wear. Mama says she’s going to work on the mats under my fur tonight. I told her we should just rest.
I bet I win.
Love to all of you,