A very sobering week
Posted: Wed Jul 10 2019 21:37
I've two little Shih Tzui dogs, one is 13 and the other 10. Both bought by my wife but at early ages they both seemed to have adopted me, presumably because I take them to the countryside, the river and let them loose to chase whatever they want to run after (mostly themselves) in a field (providing other bigger dogs aren't doing the same thing, in the same field)..... As well as offering them the odd 'treat'. The younger one Fizz has never changed since she's been a pup, I took her to Pophams Eau to see a proper Fen Drain when she was only about 14 weeks old. She is absolutely nutts but it has to be said, she is very good with the kids, always giving them fair warning before the final 'snap in the air' moment that makes them stop their misbehaving.
'Sunbathing' - Tuesday night!
During a nightmare last week poor Fizz went from right-as-rein to deaths door in literally hours. She seemed a bit quiet the weekend before last, which we put down to the heat. As the week bore on though, she deteriorated so much that despite challenging Alfie for some food on the Wednesday, when I went to take her out on Thursday morning for her usual early morning walk I couldn't get her to jump out of the front door. I immediately booked her into the vets that morning (we'd already booked an afternoon slot for that day) and took the kids to school before coming back to pick her up. When I got back, poor Fizz had thrown up some water she'd drunk but was laying in it and couldn't get up.
Straight into the vets as we waited for the inevitable news, she was to be overnighted. What a nightmare, it sounded to me like something similar to human gallstones being removed and a bit of surgery required to flush through some of her intestines was required. I was dragged out of work on the Friday morning and told in no uncertain terms that if I didn't take her to the surgery (70+ miles away) by that lunchtime, then poor Fizzer would likely be brown-bread by the end of the weekend and so without any delay, in the car went Fizzer and I!
Good news, the surgery place turned out to be the Langford Small Animal Referral Hospital not too far from Cheddar and they are totally amazing. We spent Sunday going down to visit little Fizzer once she'd had surgery and she was happy to take food from us, the nurses/surgeons were ace and very pleased with her response. Despite a cut from her throat to her lower abdomen, she was allowed home on Monday night, I drove down after work to pick her up.
Monday night - my youngest daughter donated a T Shirt to stop her licking the wound
Today, I had her out for a short (200m) walk at 0530hrs and she enjoyed it. She's actually a graceful little old lady and does her 'Elvis' lip anytime Alfie (the older one) comes anywhere near. In short she's getting her mojo back.
I put this on here because I'm sure that there are loads of you dudes who absolutely love your dogs and would do anything for them. It was just too soon for my little Fizzer in my opinion!
'Sunbathing' - Tuesday night!
During a nightmare last week poor Fizz went from right-as-rein to deaths door in literally hours. She seemed a bit quiet the weekend before last, which we put down to the heat. As the week bore on though, she deteriorated so much that despite challenging Alfie for some food on the Wednesday, when I went to take her out on Thursday morning for her usual early morning walk I couldn't get her to jump out of the front door. I immediately booked her into the vets that morning (we'd already booked an afternoon slot for that day) and took the kids to school before coming back to pick her up. When I got back, poor Fizz had thrown up some water she'd drunk but was laying in it and couldn't get up.
Straight into the vets as we waited for the inevitable news, she was to be overnighted. What a nightmare, it sounded to me like something similar to human gallstones being removed and a bit of surgery required to flush through some of her intestines was required. I was dragged out of work on the Friday morning and told in no uncertain terms that if I didn't take her to the surgery (70+ miles away) by that lunchtime, then poor Fizzer would likely be brown-bread by the end of the weekend and so without any delay, in the car went Fizzer and I!
Good news, the surgery place turned out to be the Langford Small Animal Referral Hospital not too far from Cheddar and they are totally amazing. We spent Sunday going down to visit little Fizzer once she'd had surgery and she was happy to take food from us, the nurses/surgeons were ace and very pleased with her response. Despite a cut from her throat to her lower abdomen, she was allowed home on Monday night, I drove down after work to pick her up.
Monday night - my youngest daughter donated a T Shirt to stop her licking the wound
Today, I had her out for a short (200m) walk at 0530hrs and she enjoyed it. She's actually a graceful little old lady and does her 'Elvis' lip anytime Alfie (the older one) comes anywhere near. In short she's getting her mojo back.
I put this on here because I'm sure that there are loads of you dudes who absolutely love your dogs and would do anything for them. It was just too soon for my little Fizzer in my opinion!