LuLu's Sick
I'm trying not to cry. It's not working.
Goliath "LuLu" Rogers is in the doggie hospital right now. He swalled a bone last Sunday and Mom took him to the vet. They had to do major surgery, through both his stomach and his throat to get the bone out. He seemed to be doing okay... not eating or drinking, but doing okay. They had an I.V. on his little leg and after putting a lampshade around his head, they were able to keep him hydrated.
His health didn't improve over the weekend. They tried several times to give him water and food but all he did was throw it back up. This morning they checked him first thing and his temperature had spiked. Mom called the vet to check on him (not knowing that he was worse) and they told her they were going to have to open him back up. They did and they found massive infection in his little body. His liver was infected and swollen, his intestine had quit working and his littly body cavity was full of nasty. They cleaned him up and as they were working on him he crashed on the table. Thankfully, they were able to revive him.
He's in really bad shape right now.
Mom and David went to see him this evening after work and Mom said that he looked terrible. She said he was still bleeding. Mom said Bubba was a wreck. The vet techs were also in tears. (Bubba worked at this Vet Clinic for years and they know David and Goliath very well.) The doctor said that his prognosis wasn't good. Mom asked if they needed to go ahead and put him down. She said she hated seeing him suffer so much. The vet told her to wait... to see how the antibiotics worked through the night and that they could make the decision tomorrow.
I'm an absolute wreck. I know he's just a little dog. I know that if he's meant to go, he's meant to go. I can't get past how terrible I feel, though. I love him SO MUCH. That dog has been with our family since the year I went to college. Every night I've spent at my parents' home, Goliath has slept in my bed. I can't imagine going to see Mom and Dad and not having Goliath there to greet me at the door. I just can't.
I'm trying to be calm and optimistic. I'm trying to be patient. I could really use a hug right now and that's something I simply can't have.
Please say a prayer or send good juju for my LuLu. I don't know what's going to happen and I wish I could be there to kiss his little nose.
I'll update as I find more out.
M
Goliath "LuLu" Rogers is in the doggie hospital right now. He swalled a bone last Sunday and Mom took him to the vet. They had to do major surgery, through both his stomach and his throat to get the bone out. He seemed to be doing okay... not eating or drinking, but doing okay. They had an I.V. on his little leg and after putting a lampshade around his head, they were able to keep him hydrated.
His health didn't improve over the weekend. They tried several times to give him water and food but all he did was throw it back up. This morning they checked him first thing and his temperature had spiked. Mom called the vet to check on him (not knowing that he was worse) and they told her they were going to have to open him back up. They did and they found massive infection in his little body. His liver was infected and swollen, his intestine had quit working and his littly body cavity was full of nasty. They cleaned him up and as they were working on him he crashed on the table. Thankfully, they were able to revive him.
He's in really bad shape right now.
Mom and David went to see him this evening after work and Mom said that he looked terrible. She said he was still bleeding. Mom said Bubba was a wreck. The vet techs were also in tears. (Bubba worked at this Vet Clinic for years and they know David and Goliath very well.) The doctor said that his prognosis wasn't good. Mom asked if they needed to go ahead and put him down. She said she hated seeing him suffer so much. The vet told her to wait... to see how the antibiotics worked through the night and that they could make the decision tomorrow.
I'm an absolute wreck. I know he's just a little dog. I know that if he's meant to go, he's meant to go. I can't get past how terrible I feel, though. I love him SO MUCH. That dog has been with our family since the year I went to college. Every night I've spent at my parents' home, Goliath has slept in my bed. I can't imagine going to see Mom and Dad and not having Goliath there to greet me at the door. I just can't.
I'm trying to be calm and optimistic. I'm trying to be patient. I could really use a hug right now and that's something I simply can't have.
Please say a prayer or send good juju for my LuLu. I don't know what's going to happen and I wish I could be there to kiss his little nose.
I'll update as I find more out.
M