Nov 08, 2007 06:53
My nine year old dog, Riley was extremely ill the last three days. He was throwing up constantly; he couldn't even keep water down. And, to top that off, he had, well a river ran through him and out of both ends. To make matters worse, he had blood in his poop (no other way to say that) and basically hadn't moved off the floor or eaten in three days.
Tuesday night we rushed him to our country vet (the best vet in the world), the guy makes house calls and is fantastic. That is when we discovered the blood. Doc did a bunch of tests and shot up Riley with anti-nausea drugs, antibiotics and a de-wormer just in case. Our status as super poor had us submitting to the gods in prayer as we begged and pleaded that Riley be okay. Nevertheless, it looks like the old guy has pulled through. Last night he ate some food, has not thrown up in 24 hours, and he has actually attacked the puppy again during one of Keifer's gnawing on Riley's leg fits. I am glad I stayed home from school yesterday to be with Riley. I am officially a good mom. Take that shitty childhood!
Now it's Keifer's turn...time to get his furry balls removed. See you later round furry balls! We will miss you! He has no idea what is going to happen to him today.