If you follow me on Instagram (itzlinz), then you know this past weekend didn’t start out too hot. It all started on Thursday evening. Our baby furniture was delivered (!!!), so my mom was over helping get everything organized. She commented that Zoey didn’t look good, but Zoey was on a couple different medications for ongoing skin infections. I attributed it to that. However, Zoey was needing to go out to go potty more often than usual; that, too, could have been from the Prednisone she was taking.
When Jonny and I went to sleep that night, we both got up with Zoey several times throughout the night to let her out as she was whining. This never happens. Zoey usually sleeps through the night, no big deal. Around 3:00 a.m., I noticed a dark spot on our bed and discovered Zoey had thrown up a pretty good amount. Unfortunately, Zoey has gotten sick on our bed before and occasionally has tummy troubles, so I put the big blanket on the floor thinking I’d clean it up in the morning. An hour later, I heard Zoey throw up on our bed again. It was a lot and I knew I couldn’t just let it sit. I took Zoey off our bed to let her out and discovered she had gotten sick and gone to the bathroom in several places in our house throughout the night.
Last time something like this happened was three years ago and it landed Zoey in the emergency animal intensive care unit for three days. I called the emergency animal hospital and they said it was a judgement call if I wanted to bring her in immediately or wait until our vet opened. Zoey was responsive, so Jonny and I decided to hold out a couple more hours to see our vet who is familiar with Zoey.
One of the last times I let Zoey out in our backyard, she laid down in the snow and wouldn’t come inside. I was so worried because, as you can see, she is a small dog and can’t sustain the cold weather for very long. I knew she was very, very sick. Our vet was also incredibly concerned. When we brought her in, her heart rate was 180 (that’s VERY high). Last time this happened was three years ago and it occurred about ten days after Zoey had her yearly shots. Well would ya know that just a week ago Zoey had her annual vaccinations again? I told this connection to the vet saying that it was too coincidental and that the shots had to be playing a role. He explained that when animals react to vaccinations, itz within thirty minutes or twenty-four hours – not such a prolonged time after. I refused to believe that the shots didn’t have anything to do with it.
The vet looked up Zoey’s files from three years ago to see which vaccinations she had: rabies and bordetella. He explained that she gets bordetella every year, but rabies is just once every three years, so that was the common factor. He also told us that he has never seen a dog have a reaction a week or ten days after, but there was no other explanation for Zoey’s extreme sickness. Because of Zoey’s poor condition, the vet didn’t want to let Zoey go home, so he asked us to leave Zoey with him for the remainder of the day. Since Jonny and I had to go to work, we felt comfortable leaving Zoey since we knew she’d be in good care, especially if things took a turn for the worse.
Things did take a turn, Jonny and I learned, as we called periodically throughout the day to check on her. There was blood in her stool and she was continuing to throw up. They ended up needing to hook her up to an IV to get some fluids in her because nothing else was working and she was extremely dehydrated. Several other medications were given: some to calm her gut and others to balance the protein in her blood, so she wouldn’t retain too much of the fluid they were giving her. When I called after school at 4:30 expecting to be able to pick her up, the vet told me it’d be best to leave her there until six when they closed, so she could get the maximum amount of fluids before taking her home.
At six o’clock I headed to the vet to see my baby girl. The vet was unsure if he wanted to release her to me for the night or have me take her to the emergency animal hospital. (Leaving her at the vet overnight wasn’t an option since nobody would be there.) After checking her vitals, he decided to let me take her home, but reinforced the fact that we’d need to keep a very close eye on her. He also kept the catheter in her arm in just in case we needed to take her to the emergency animal hospital in the middle of the night. Our plan was to return to the vet in the morning if things went well throughout the night.
Zoey got sick a couple more times, but we still let her sleep in our bed. We knew she wasn’t feeling well and we wanted to make her the most comfortable, so we covered our bed in towels. (After all, what’s a few more loads of laundry even if she did get sick again?) I can’t tell you how many times I woke up throughout the night to check on her.
When morning came and I let her out, I offered Zoey some canned wet food (as prescribed from the vet) and she finally took some! She hadn’t eaten anything the day before, so I knew this was a good sign. When I told the vet about how the night had gone, he seemed as happy as I was and gave me a high five! He had called the night before around nine to check on her which was so nice and very much appreciated. After taking her vitals and talking about next steps, he decided it was safe to take out her catheter.
Zoey is on a strict wet canned food only diet for a few days, as well as some medication to heal her gut, but she’s expected to make a full recovery. Since this was so similar to her situation three years ago, we decided we will not give our dog the rabies vaccination in the future. Our vet agreed, saying that if it almost kills her each time, itz not worth it.
We are NOT saying don’t give your dog the rabies vaccination! This is the first case our (very experienced) vet had seen of a dog reacting like this. Itz not 100% confirmed that the rabies vaccination is what did this to Zoey, but we have enough evidence to not get her vaccinated for rabies in the future.
Zoey feeling better is certainly the most marvelous part of our weekend!
Did you know sometime last week was National Frozen Yogurt Day? As if we needed an excuse for fro yo! As you know, I’m usually just a sprinkles toppings kind of girl, but on Saturday night I was feeling a bit more adventurous and added some mini peanut butter chips, bits of cheesecake, raspberry sauce, and sprinkles. The verdict? Flavor overload! I think I’ll be sticking with mostly sprinkles from now on. With too many flavors itz hard to distinguish between all of them because you eat a bunch of flavors at once. #froyoproblems haha
Sunday came and Jonny had to work, so I walked a couple of miles on our treadmill while the movie You’ve Got Mail was on. Later, as I blogged and worked on report cards for school, Father of the Bride was on tv. It was like a oldies but goodies movies day on tv! Obviously, plenty of Olympics were watched, as well. (Figure skating is my favorite!) I met a good friend for lunch, did some laundry, and hung out the rest of the day, before Jonny and I headed to my parents’ for Sunday night dinner.
My parents always cook a fabulous dinner and last night was no different. My grandpa Poppy joined us, as well, which is always a special treat.
Getting the littles to pose for a picture with Poppy is no easy feat! Especially when he is famous for his “not too tight” hugs and the boys literally wrestle on top of him. It took quite a bit to calm them all down, throw Audrey in, and snap a semi-calm picture. Bribery may have been involved.
And ending the evening with some baby to baby snuggle time with Audrey Rose.
A way better ending to the weekend than how it started!
Has your pet ever gotten really sick? Did you celebrate National Fro Yo day? What’s your favorite Olympic sport to watch?