Well, where to begin?
First off, we had an outing to the Vet. His Kennel Cough seemed to be clearing on its own, but he had developed some new symptoms that weren't exactly pleasant for him. Let's just say that it resulted in a couple of spots on the carpet that even Damien Hirst would struggle to get rid of. (It was vomit).
It's not fun when you are sick, and even worse when you can't tell anyone how you're feeling.
So we popped him in the car, which really wasn't even a fifth as traumatic as the last car journey was with him. He was actually quite calm about it. I think I was more tense.
The Vet gave him an injection for his vomiting and some re-hydration salts for his water. She also advised us to starve him for 24 hours to see if his tummy settled.
So 60 pounds later, we're leaving the Vet's. The dog is mildly bewildered. I'm mildly bewildered. The dog is slightly dazed about the injection he'd just received, while I was slightly dazed about the cash injection I'd just given the Vet.
Then yesterday, after his "diet", he seemed to perk up a bit. Full of energy and couldn't get enough food. Now he seems to have "crashed" and is very lethargic with little or no interest in eating or drinking.
I'm starting to worry that he's either Diabetic or Bipolar. Joking aside, I hope he can pull through whatever is going on. We'll keep an eye on him and if he needs another trip to the Vet, so be it. Being a rescue dog, we have no idea of his background or medical history. I really hope that he doesn't have some form of long-standing illness.
He's a really sweet guy and doesn't deserve to be put through all this.
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