please lord let him be okay....
My poor puppy dog (Bear) is at the doggy hospital right now because he has been throwing up all day. His belly is hard, and his breathing is funny. He's not acting like himself so my Mom took him to the Doctors and last I heard is that he is being taken in for x-rays of his belly, and chest because his breathing is concerning and so is his belly being so hard. I'm terrified of what this could possibly mean. I'm well aware of the fact that my dog is not a youthful pup anymore...he'll be 8 in October...but 8 just seems so young, our other dogs lived to be 12, and 13. I so hope that he is going to be okay, don't know what I'll do if he's not. On average they live about 11years....he's only almost 8...he's got more life in him so I'm going to try and think on the positive side of this...but I am oh so worried.
He's been there for me through everything. I can't imagine what my daily life would be like with out him around. Yea, he's the kind of dog that has always kept to himself and never craved for anyone attention but he's my buddy. At night when my parents go to bed they say goodnight to him in his room (yes, he has his own room...really its the den, but he's taken over the couch in there so we call it his room) then after they go to bed he goes downstairs and waits for me to get home. The minute I walk in the door he's always sleeping at the bottom of the steps and as I close the door he lifts his head up, and then gets up and comes and sees me. Then he waits by my side until I go upstairs and tell him goodnight in his bedroom. He's the most caring dog I've ever had. He has a heart of gold. He's never been mean to anyone. He's a big...well...Bear. When you look in his eyes you see his soul. He has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen on a doggy in my entire life. He has been through so much with me...he lets me dress him up, and he's so good about getting baths. He loves car rides and going to the park. He's amazing on walks and doesnt even require a leash. He's helped support the March of Dimes walk for 3 years...raised his own money, and walked the 8 mile walk just for fun, and of course the hot dogs when hes finished the walk.
God I just love him so much...I'm prolly totally over reacting and shouldn't be worrying about this that much...but it's hard. I've lost 2 dogs before him, and I've known that someday the day will come that I'm going to have to say goodbye to him to. I've never wanted that day to come, and everytime he's been feeling ill for the past year I can't help myself but to worry. I don't know enough about his bloodline to know how long he will live and what kind of complications we should expect along the way. I know his mom is old, and doing well. I hope he got her good health. But I'm not so sure about that. He's had problems with his skin, and ears, and allergies. I just want him to be okay. Please lord let him be okay.
UPDATE:
I just heard from my mom...Bear is okay...he has to take a tums for his belly, and the x-rays showed that everything was okay...for some reason I don't think that can be 100% true because they want to do a full bloodwork test...so only time will tell. I guess all these little warning bumps along the journey of life just go to show you how important and precious life is, and how everyday needs to be lived as though its your last.
I guess I freaked out for nothing but I guess it could have been something...so better safe then sorry....rite?
He's been there for me through everything. I can't imagine what my daily life would be like with out him around. Yea, he's the kind of dog that has always kept to himself and never craved for anyone attention but he's my buddy. At night when my parents go to bed they say goodnight to him in his room (yes, he has his own room...really its the den, but he's taken over the couch in there so we call it his room) then after they go to bed he goes downstairs and waits for me to get home. The minute I walk in the door he's always sleeping at the bottom of the steps and as I close the door he lifts his head up, and then gets up and comes and sees me. Then he waits by my side until I go upstairs and tell him goodnight in his bedroom. He's the most caring dog I've ever had. He has a heart of gold. He's never been mean to anyone. He's a big...well...Bear. When you look in his eyes you see his soul. He has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen on a doggy in my entire life. He has been through so much with me...he lets me dress him up, and he's so good about getting baths. He loves car rides and going to the park. He's amazing on walks and doesnt even require a leash. He's helped support the March of Dimes walk for 3 years...raised his own money, and walked the 8 mile walk just for fun, and of course the hot dogs when hes finished the walk.
God I just love him so much...I'm prolly totally over reacting and shouldn't be worrying about this that much...but it's hard. I've lost 2 dogs before him, and I've known that someday the day will come that I'm going to have to say goodbye to him to. I've never wanted that day to come, and everytime he's been feeling ill for the past year I can't help myself but to worry. I don't know enough about his bloodline to know how long he will live and what kind of complications we should expect along the way. I know his mom is old, and doing well. I hope he got her good health. But I'm not so sure about that. He's had problems with his skin, and ears, and allergies. I just want him to be okay. Please lord let him be okay.
UPDATE:
I just heard from my mom...Bear is okay...he has to take a tums for his belly, and the x-rays showed that everything was okay...for some reason I don't think that can be 100% true because they want to do a full bloodwork test...so only time will tell. I guess all these little warning bumps along the journey of life just go to show you how important and precious life is, and how everyday needs to be lived as though its your last.
I guess I freaked out for nothing but I guess it could have been something...so better safe then sorry....rite?