Originally Posted by Holly
It's been a mad few days with limited sleep. He took a very serious turn for the worst on Tuesday night (hence the late update) and almost died on me twice, he was sick sick sick over and over again; he collapsed on me a few times he chocked on his own vomit, he had zero body fat left and just looked like a corpse, his back legs became so weak and he had that look as if he was asking me to make it stop, it was heart wrenching because i couldn't.
We raced him to the vets and they admitted him. They feared that he had parvovirus so quarantined him, gave him an IV, and some antibiotics. The next day they told me he had not gotten any better and even with the IV and medications he was still throwing up.
Later that day I went to see him and transfer him to another vet because i didn't like how they were treating him, he was covered in his own sick and it disgusted me a little that they didn't bother to even wipe him down or take his temperature, they gave him drugs without even checking his weight!
I took him to my old vets, a fair distance away but i knew he would be better off there. He threw up all over the waiting room and the vet instantly knew he needed treating urgently, she checked him over, he was seriously dehydrated, he couldn't even hold up his head on the table and when she stood him up he collapsed, she took his temp, instantly decided that he needed to be admitted.
She was amazing, she took him away for a new IV, she weighed him, injected him with antibiotics, gave him an injection of cerenia, took bloods and so much more.
I was dreading a call from her all night saying that he had gotten worse and i woke up hourly but the next morning, i did receive a call - a call telling me he was fit enough to go home. He had not thrown up all night, that morning he had eaten some chicken and he had drank all on his own. She was positive he did not have parvovirus even though his symptoms were so similar, he had been poisoned, which had led to his dehydration, which had made him too sick to eat or drink and the poison was upsetting his stomach enough to make anything he ate come right back up. She did everything the other vets should have done for him that FIRST day i took him in, and he would have NEVER gotten in to such a state.
I couldn't even put the phone down before i raced out the door to go collect him. I was amazed at how fast he had recovered.
He'd gone from a half dead, depressed little pup, to the little man who growled at me with his ball in his mouth when he wanted to play - and then barked at me when i took it away, demanding i give it back.
He is now on a strict diet and antibiotics for the next week, no sickness, bounds of energy and he doesn't like that i'm making him take it easy for a while.
I looked at him and vowed to never let him leave my side again, unless he really needs to (for example, work...) and i am so lucky to still have him. If i hadn't have moved him, i don't think he'd be alive today, and i think he knows this too.
I would still love to hurt whoever poisoned him, there was so much in his system that she did not believe it was merely an accident.
He's cost me an absolute FORTUNE but is worth EVERY bit of it. Last night i realized that i really couldn't be without him. I attached a few pictures, they kinda show you how things went on. Right now, my little man is cuddled up to the cat and taking over my bed, wouldn't have it any other way (:
The last ones show him on the way home, the very last one is how he used to look before he became ill. He's got a lot of body fat to gain back to stop looking like a little mongrel, but i don't care, at least he's alive happy and well again, and the poor boy seems to be having either very vivid dreams, or nightmares :/