So, sad story: Miss Macy, my best homegirl, true road dog and bestest friend ever started getting sick on Saturday. Throwing up and the like... I won't go into it, but it did involve blood and it wasn't cool. Additionally, she didn't want to eat or drink anything. I decided to just watch her for the day, mostly because I thought she was having a bad reaction to the Frontline I gave her Friday evening. See, Macy is a little high maintenance: she is highly allergic to sun and wool, among certain other things like corn and when she is exposed to those things, she breaks out in hives and looks super funny and all bumpy. It's not uncomfortable for her and I do give her benadryl, so please don't think I am delighting in her misery.
Anyway, Saturday went by and still no eating or drinking. I started giving her water and chicken broth through a child's medicinal syringe and seriously contemplated finding a pot smoker to get her stoned so she'd get hungry. Come Sunday night she was throwing up again and I was starting to think perhaps this had nothing to do with the Frontline. I took her to the animal hospital on Sunday night and they sent me home with some anti-nausea medication which she didn't keep down and promptly threw it up.
I couldn't really take Monday off work, but I figured she'd start to get better soon, so she came with me to the office. Bad idea, but I couldn't forsee what would happen. From 8am - 9am she took a huge turn for the worse. She was foaming at the mouth, leaking out her, well...... you get it. It wasn't pretty. I took her immediately to the vet and she was diagnosed with Parvo. She has had all her shots, though, and at a year and a half old, she is a bit out of the range for being at risk. Needless to say, that's what she ended up having and the vet told me that they would need to keep her in the hospital for at least a week at the itty bitty price of 800.00 per day.
I called our dog breeder in a hysterical panic, thinking that I was going to have to let her die because surprisingly, I don't have 6K laying around. He called his vet and they offered to take her and treat her for 5-10 days at no more than $500 total. He lives about 50 miles outside of Eugene, so it's at least a 3 hour drive.
I packed her up in the car with plenty of towels and blankets and we hit the road.
3 hours later, Macy was getting an IV and being taken care of by what I believe to be the best vet clinic in the whole entire world. These are the same people that took care of Macy's mom when she had childbirth complications. When the city vets wanted $3000 to do a c-section, this clinic did it for 300. They are in the business of helping animals, not making money.
I personally would prefer to sit in a waiting room with plastic lawn furniture than a high class contemporarily decorated overpriced and money hungry animal clinic. That's just me, though.
I have been calling daily and she hadn't improved much yesterday but when I called this morning I was told that she was more alert. In fact, alert enough to sneak out of her crate when no one was looking and make her way over near the kittens to go pee on the concrete. She then patiently looked on while they cleaned up her mess and went back in her crate. Please understand, by the time I got her there, she didn't want to walk, move, or anything. She was shaking with pain, although didn't whimper once.
I am ecstatic that she is seemingly getting better, extremely grateful that I have a resource that offers excellent care to animals at a fraction of the price and still very concerned because you just never know.
So that's kindof all for now; I'm not even asking when I can go get her because I want her to stay there as long as she can and get better.
XOXO to her. I miss her terribly.
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