Our dog, Gus, is sick again. Sick, sick. You know - stomach problems. Bad.
It all started two weeks ago, after he'd been sick for a few days. We were worried about dehydration - actually worried he wasn't going to make it through the night. So we took him to the vet about an hour and a half away. (He's an American, by the way.)
Dr. Bob said he was going to be fine, he just needed a few days of IV fluids, antibiotics & observation. He couldn't tell if it was amoebas or samonilla, but was sure Gus had just gotten into some trash.
Which, frankly, I didn't really buy, as we keep a pretty close eye on him and there isn't any trash in our little courtyard-yard. But we left him at the vet's over the weekend, and sure enough, he was back to his normal self on Monday. As soon as we brought him home, he hopped out of the car and bounded over to a patch of grass near our patio. And proceeded to eat old chicken bones.
I guess our neighbor had thrown them out in the yard. I guess that's where the samonilla came from.
We fished the old chicken bones out of his mouth, and proceeded to play with our favorite Gus-buster, newly restored to health. I fixed him a special meal of rice, boiled eggs and yogurt for a week, doctor's orders. We gave him two types of medecine, twice a day. We continued to help him get better.
And yesterday, we turned a corner - ready to eat normal dog food, no sign of tummy problems. He ate his first regular meal, all is going well. Then he proceeded to get sick again & poop out a huge nasty chunk of old chicken skin. He's even sicker today. Samonilla is back, in fine form. We're going to have to take him to the vet again. He can't even keep water down.
And the thing is - he did this to himself. Again. He had just gotten over a bad sickness caused by the nasty chicken, and SOMEHOW he gets into it again. TJ & I have no idea how. We have not let him out of our sight. We wish we could sit him down and tell him to stop eating the nasty chicken because it is making him sick. (Actually, we have done that, but we're pretty sure he didn't understand.)
It must be so much harder to be a real parent. To watch your children fall, and pick them up again. Or even harder to NOT be able to make everything better, as sometimes that is how lessons are learned. So here's to our favorite parents - Brown's, Blankinship's, Essner's, Norman's, Laytons', Troup's, Miller's, Belville's, Mankin's, Carter's, Milom's, Green's, Thomas', Wallace's, McCloud's & Lewis'. We love you all, and we do pray for you and your children.
And please pray for Gus. He's just a dog, but he's our dog, and we love him. And we hate seeing him so sick.
5 comments:
Poor Gus! Hope he feels better soon!
Aww, thanks guys. And, we'll say a prayer for poor Gus. He sure is cute.
Poor little Gus! It's so hard to see such happy and innocent pets feeling bad.
Could you e-mail me your mailing address? I don't think I have it. My e-mail address is the same:
firstnamemiddleinitiallastname at hotmail dot com.
Is taking chicken bones from Gus anything like getting a turkey neck from Kins? Gotta be fun!
We have all of you in our prayers - him for recovery and you two for patience & endurance.
boy do we ever understand the misery of a sick pet. And make no mistake... as very devoted puppy parents as well as "real" parents...having a sick puppy is no picnic! It's so hard 'cause you can't tell them why they feel yucky...or what they should do to stop feeling yucky! You just have to do a lot of petting and cuddling...puppy or person! We love you guys and miss you tons! Tell Gus we hope he feels better soon!
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