It's kind of ironic...
that after I posted that last blog, I theoretically should have posted another some few hours later.
Jake (my doggie) ended up being REALLY sick. My Mom took him out around 11-ish for his nightly walk. He went out, walked around in a circle and laid down. He wouldn't get up and he was panting really hard, so after a little while and the use of some muscles we had gotten him into the back of her minivan. I knew something wasn't right, I kind of had the feeling he wasn't going to make it. He just laid in the back, I sat back there with him rubbing his head and periodically making sure he was still breathing. When we got to the animal hospital they brought him out a stretcher and we all struggled to get him on to that. They had him in the back for what seemed like ever, but was maybe 15-20 minutes. They called us back and informed us he had a pericardial effusion, which is fluid around his heart. The doctor said it was most likely blood, that was a result of a tumor. As the tumor grows it keeps taking little amounts of blood. Finally, after it can't grow much larger it ruptures and begins to leak the fluid out. Unfortunately for Jake it was a tumor on the outside of his heart, but still within his pericardial sac, so it ended up squeezing his heart and making it difficult to pump. This is why he was breathing hard (less blood pumping, needing more oxygen, therefore his body told him to breathe harder). This was also why he wasn't keeping any food down (that extra space takes up room in his chest cavity, so even though he was starving and would eat, there wasn't any room for his expanding heart and lungs--as a result he was forced to vomit in order to allow for the room his heart and lungs needed). The doctor continued to explain that she could attempt to remove the fluid around his heart, but at his age that could buy him a couple of hours or a couple of days. She didn't mention this, but there's also a risk with removing the fluid (because they use a long needle attached to a syringe--similar to an amniocentisis I suppose) that his heart may be punctured. That of course wouldn't be good either. She said the best option would be to put him down so he wouldn't suffer and so he wouldn't be in pain. We agreed that would be the best option as well. Before we put him down, the doctor let us have a couple of minutes with him to say goodbye. I was so jealous, the little brat wouldn't give me a kiss, but he gave my Mom one! I was like, begging and pleading with him, haha. My Mom just leans down to him and says "kiss kiss" and he lifts his head up and smacks one right on her. I was like "Pshh, whatever, leave a sister hangin like that." So I just gave him a kiss anyway, little brattttt, haha. Sad as it was, I stayed in there the whole time and waited for her to tell us he was gone.
Okay, enough of the sad stuff...
I will be in Jamaica in just over 12 hours. I'm leaving the house at 4:30am. I'm arriving at the airport by 5:00am. I depart at 7:10 to Philidelphia. We all meet up and jet out of there at 10:05am and arrive in Montego Bay, Jamaica just before 2pm. WOOOOOOOO!!!
I won't be back until the 29th, so that's more than enough reason to not update =]
I love youuuu all.
I'll miss you all.
And I'll have wild dirty fantasies about one of you ;)
Okay so the fantasy thing was a lie.
You must admit, it did peak your interest, hahaha.
Farewell!!! <33
Jake (my doggie) ended up being REALLY sick. My Mom took him out around 11-ish for his nightly walk. He went out, walked around in a circle and laid down. He wouldn't get up and he was panting really hard, so after a little while and the use of some muscles we had gotten him into the back of her minivan. I knew something wasn't right, I kind of had the feeling he wasn't going to make it. He just laid in the back, I sat back there with him rubbing his head and periodically making sure he was still breathing. When we got to the animal hospital they brought him out a stretcher and we all struggled to get him on to that. They had him in the back for what seemed like ever, but was maybe 15-20 minutes. They called us back and informed us he had a pericardial effusion, which is fluid around his heart. The doctor said it was most likely blood, that was a result of a tumor. As the tumor grows it keeps taking little amounts of blood. Finally, after it can't grow much larger it ruptures and begins to leak the fluid out. Unfortunately for Jake it was a tumor on the outside of his heart, but still within his pericardial sac, so it ended up squeezing his heart and making it difficult to pump. This is why he was breathing hard (less blood pumping, needing more oxygen, therefore his body told him to breathe harder). This was also why he wasn't keeping any food down (that extra space takes up room in his chest cavity, so even though he was starving and would eat, there wasn't any room for his expanding heart and lungs--as a result he was forced to vomit in order to allow for the room his heart and lungs needed). The doctor continued to explain that she could attempt to remove the fluid around his heart, but at his age that could buy him a couple of hours or a couple of days. She didn't mention this, but there's also a risk with removing the fluid (because they use a long needle attached to a syringe--similar to an amniocentisis I suppose) that his heart may be punctured. That of course wouldn't be good either. She said the best option would be to put him down so he wouldn't suffer and so he wouldn't be in pain. We agreed that would be the best option as well. Before we put him down, the doctor let us have a couple of minutes with him to say goodbye. I was so jealous, the little brat wouldn't give me a kiss, but he gave my Mom one! I was like, begging and pleading with him, haha. My Mom just leans down to him and says "kiss kiss" and he lifts his head up and smacks one right on her. I was like "Pshh, whatever, leave a sister hangin like that." So I just gave him a kiss anyway, little brattttt, haha. Sad as it was, I stayed in there the whole time and waited for her to tell us he was gone.
Okay, enough of the sad stuff...
I will be in Jamaica in just over 12 hours. I'm leaving the house at 4:30am. I'm arriving at the airport by 5:00am. I depart at 7:10 to Philidelphia. We all meet up and jet out of there at 10:05am and arrive in Montego Bay, Jamaica just before 2pm. WOOOOOOOO!!!
I won't be back until the 29th, so that's more than enough reason to not update =]
I love youuuu all.
I'll miss you all.
And I'll have wild dirty fantasies about one of you ;)
Okay so the fantasy thing was a lie.
You must admit, it did peak your interest, hahaha.
Farewell!!! <33