It’s been a long week.
A really, really long week. Or… few days. I don’t know, I’ve lost track of time a bit here.
You might remember a few days ago I posted about how Lu had been sick, but was home, getting better, and I was tricking her into eating?
Well… that all fell to pieces the next morning when she still wasn’t her normal chirpy self and wouldn’t eat. Anything.
Back to the vets she went, and they took her in, called me mid-morning to tell me they were going to open her up and check out her stomach. The x-rays showed no obstructions so what the hell would it be?
So I spent the entirety of yesterday (Jesus, was it only yesterday?) freaking out – my little girl, in surgery…! The only surgery I ever wanted her to have was probably desexing somewhere down the road… but surgery, for some unknown ailment, on her stomach…
Now, look, I’m normally a person to cry- I’m the first to admit it, I cry over everything. I cry when I’m stressed, I cry when I’m frustrated, when I’m hormonal, when I don’t get my way, when I get embarrassed, when I’m overly tired.. so, you can imagine, I cried an awful lot yesterday.
They found ulcers in Lu’s stomach that had been causing the blood she had vomited, and a heap of inflamation in her intestines and lymph nodes. Lymph nodes were apparently 3-4 times the normal size. They said, given how happy she was coming into the vet that they never expected her to be so bad inside- most dogs in that condition would have collapsed by then. Isn’t she a moron? “No, no, everything’s fine, let’s go do some tricks, ok? I’m all good!”
We went and saw her after surgery and that’s never a great idea, is it? Drugged up dog, crashed out on her side, no recognition, no wagging tail, just puffing and hooked up to IVs, stomach shaved, tail bandaged up so she wouldn’t shit herself… Yeah, cue more tears.
And then she woke up a bit, so we went back, and she was there – a bit…
And a bit more this morning, and even more this afternoon, though still not eating. We got to take her for a little walk and I could see her coming back- getting into everything as she does.
Then the vet called this evening saying we could pick her up! I didn’t expect her home until tomorrow morning! So, she’s home. She has about 10 different meds she has to have, all of which she hates and will not make it easy for me to give her. Meanwhile, Mal is trotting around stressing out because weird shit is happening and he doesn’t understand, and one day I’m crying all day and we keep leaving and where’s his friend and why aren’t we going for walks or anywhere and why is he only trapped at home all the time and where’s his friend and why are you crying again and he hates it when I cry because maybe he’s done something wrong and everything’s bad and maybe if we open the car door he can just go in the car and then we can’t leave without him ever.
So now she’s home, sleeping in her crate. We fought with her over her meds, I’m not sure who won. She needed to dig up every blanket or cushion in the house and rub her face all over the bed. I’m worried that with the force of her digging, she’s going to open up her stitches, and, as the vet so eloquently put it: “intestines all over the floor”. Thanks for that one. So now it’s time for tiny meals. Teeny tiny meals. 6+ meals a day. Half her normal food, split over 6+ meals. Ouch. The vet said that we can expect her to go from 18.5kg to about 15kg (damnit, that’ll all be muscle loss, too!) but too much food with the medication she’s on can cause her intestines to get blocked, and then they’d have to cut her open again. So I’m going to be really good. Small meals. Small meals no matter how hungry she looks. Cos the small meals means she’ll recover and then hopefully in a few weeks (and not longer than that!) she’ll be back to running on the beach with her friends, building her muscles back up, and getting back into training,
Hey, I said I was confused about when to give her a break- looks like she made the decision easy on me!
All things going well (eating and drinking like a good girl), she should be able to stay home from now, apart from going back Monday to get her bandages off.
Tell you what, I’m really glad she has pet insurance right now – this excursion has more than paid for her cover for probably the next 10 years or so. So even if she never needs to go in for anything again, it’s been worth it.
Edited to add: Penny and Kim have been awesome throughout all of this, and Nic, who took Friday off work to look after me and be there for Lu even though I just went and cried in garage amongst my chopped up pieces of jump-wing timber. On the flip side, my mother’s contribution? This comment: “Hope she gets better soon” on the second Facebook post about Lu needing to go to the vet. Well, I’m glad to know how much she cares, and that she’s now made her feelings clear.