Of course, just my luck that my dog has to have all his intestines screwed up and twisted to start the week off. He was taken to the emergency room at almost ten last Sunday night. They took x-rays and there was sludge in his stomach. If he didn’t excrete by tomorrow night, they would have to do immediate surgery on him.
He ended up going into surgery Monday night and my family and I were told that he may not make it through the night. We tried to go and see him, but the vets wouldn’t let us in. Then I couldn’t listen to music in my phone to get me to sleep that night.
Next day, he was still alive, fluids hooked up to him. I still couldn’t see him. I was told that it’d be bad, but I didn’t want to let him go without saying goodbye.
Wednesday, he was getting a lot stronger. He finally urinated and excreted which was brilliant news. Then my mother went over to see him and she was able to get my dog to finally eat something in five whole days.
He couldn’t come home on Thursday, but I thought I was finally going to see him again. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, for we were told that he would be mad if he saw me and then had to stay.
Fortunately, he came home on Friday. I was sitting, waiting for him to arrive and when he did he looked so sad and weak. He was. There was no reason for him to not be. I always kiss his big nose and that’s what I did. It’s not weird.
Being able to hold onto him again was one of the greatest moments of my life. I hadn’t lost anything I loved this week.
He is still very weak, but today he has been doing a lot better. Him and my bunny touched noses which was a normal thing when he was healthy. I’m looking forward to a good recovery and I bet he is too.