Our hectic week

Lassie is feeling very under the weather this week. Those of you who follow us on Instagram, Facebook and/or Twitter already know this. But for those of you who don't, here's what's been happening over here...

Tuesday night Lassie threw up a few times. I didn't think much of it, Lassie's stomach is so sensitive, I just figured he ate some people food that didn't agree with him. He was fine all day Wednesday, so I was sure that was all it was. He was running, playing, eating, drinking and acting his usual self. Despite that, Wednesday night he started throwing up again, this time there was a little bit of blood in his acid-y vomit. Thursday he went to the vet (favorite vet, 45-ish minutes away) and threw up on their floor. It smelled awful. They did some blood work on him and everything looked fine. I can't remember everything they checked, but they checked a lot. Everything was within a normal range. We thought maybe it was a blockage then, though Lassie is not one to eat things he shouldn't, but you never know. He does have a hard time resisting the cooked chicken bones, though 95% of the time we take those straight to the big trash can outside, which the dogs have no access to. But better safe than sorry, so they did x-rays, but found nothing. All looked well, though he did have some gas, and he does have a bit of arthritis in his hips.

We wondered if maybe he had a stomach ulcer, which just didn't show up in x-rays. So we decided to start some medications for his upset tummy and a possible ulcer. He got a shot of Cerenia, an anti-nausea medication. They also gave him a dose of Sucralfate, for the possible ulcer, and told me to pick up a generic brand of Pepcid from Walmart.
Now he never actually got that last one, because within 30 minutes of being dosed with the first two medications, Lassie started acting funny in the car. His head was swaying and he was having a difficult time lapping up his water. Luckily we were still near the vet, so we went right back over there and had the vet come out to the car to take a look at him. She said his coloring looked good and he didn't appear to be having a reaction. She said he was probably just feeling sick and a little uneasy. She said to take him home and let him sleep it off. We did that.

Here's my Instagram update from Thursday afternoon:
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We had to carry him from the car into the house. He wouldn't walk. Or couldn't, I later realized. I hoped the drugs were just making him a little loopy. We laid him down on his dog cot to get some rest. A little while later, lifting his head became a chore. He could do it, but not for long and not well enough to drink. I started giving him water with a straw (which I later upgraded to a syringe; much easier).

Instagram update from Thursday Evening:

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All the while I'm trying not to panic to the point of sobbing hysterically. Lassie doesn't like that.

We got through one worrisome night of me waking up to syringe more water into Lassie's mouth and to help him wobble his way out to the yard to take care of business.

Friday Morning Instagram update:

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A few hours later, around 10:30 AM or so, Lassie gets up and wobbles around restlessly. I help him through the kitchen, thinking he wants to go outside, but he stops and this yellow, stomach-acid looking, vomit just falls out of his mouth. Then he wobbles his way over to the window that houses the swamp cooler and flops down in front of it. His breathing was labored and instantly I was reminded of my sweet Ella before she passed.
How I managed not to throw up at that point, I don't even know.
I called the vet and told her what was going on. She wanted Lassie in right away. They're 45 minutes away. Do I settle for one of the vets I despise here in town? Or do I take a risk and make the drive?
I called the vet here in town. He was out of town. So was the other vet. The only vet available was almost as far as Favorite Vet.
My Mom, my Dad, one of my sisters, Lassie and I piled into the car and took off. We were making the drive to Favorite Vet. They knew exactly what medications they had given him Thursday and they had his x-rays and blood work on file and, most importantly, they care the most and I trust them.
I spent the drive crying and panicking and trying not to think about a similar drive we made with Ella. Except with Ella we rushed to the nearest vet possible and she took her final breath as we whipped into the parking lot. This could not happen again. I didn't want to do that again. Not now. Not with Lassie.
 My Dad turned that 40-45 minute drive into a 30 minute (maybe less, I don't know, it still seemed so long to me) drive.
(Thank you Dad for breaking the law for my best friend).

Instagram update Friday Afternoon:

   photo 3b7489e2-b2bb-4565-9263-daeaea87a478.jpg  photo 9e510c72-54f0-4247-8515-a7d62b6ae569.jpg

I gave the vet this list of drugs not to use. They promised to review it and took my concerns very seriously.

Instagram update Friday Evening:

  photo 4bf01eb1-5753-4ab4-bb8d-cd674fa068d3.jpg  photo f02366e6-f6ef-4552-a1e9-bf04e08a8437.jpg
 Friday night was a very long night. Possibly the longest night I've had in a very long time.
Or so I thought...

Saturday Morning Instagram update:
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"prayers" is the last word; it wouldn't fit in my iPhone screen shot. 

Saturday night, last night, was a much longer night than Friday. I got very little sleep. I feel like I'm missing an appendage or something. That might sound dramatic but I don't care, this is weird. Lassie has been by my side since I was 13. He's been my best friend. He got me through those awkward and awful teenage years. He got me through a lot of losses. He has taught me so much, from patience to budgeting money. He makes me smile and he makes me laugh. Unfortunately he also makes me completely crazy when he gets sick. He hasn't been this sick before. The one and only other time he spent a night at the vet was after his neuter, nearly 8 years ago.
I miss him.
Petal misses him. She's never been apart from him for this long.

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of Ella's sudden passing.
I want good news tomorrow.
I want my boy back.
I have a pretty good feeling I'll get what I want (when I take a deep breath and force myself not to freak out, that is). I just hope I get it tomorrow.

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I'll keep you guys updated, but my Instagram, Facebook and Twitter pages will be updated first and more often, simply because it is super easy to just type everything up on Instagram and then share it to Facebook and Twitter as well. You're welcome to check those pages for updates (links to them can be found in right sidebar, those images at the top of the sidebar will take you where you want to go). I won't hear anything new about Lassie until tomorrow morning, however. I'll try and post another blog post then. If not tomorrow, then hopefully Tuesday.

Thank you guys again for all the love and support and well wishes and advise on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter! It means so much to me. I'm sorry I haven't replied to every comment, but I promise I read every one.

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Two Collies and a Mutt: Our hectic week

8.04.2013

Our hectic week

Lassie is feeling very under the weather this week. Those of you who follow us on Instagram, Facebook and/or Twitter already know this. But for those of you who don't, here's what's been happening over here...

Tuesday night Lassie threw up a few times. I didn't think much of it, Lassie's stomach is so sensitive, I just figured he ate some people food that didn't agree with him. He was fine all day Wednesday, so I was sure that was all it was. He was running, playing, eating, drinking and acting his usual self. Despite that, Wednesday night he started throwing up again, this time there was a little bit of blood in his acid-y vomit. Thursday he went to the vet (favorite vet, 45-ish minutes away) and threw up on their floor. It smelled awful. They did some blood work on him and everything looked fine. I can't remember everything they checked, but they checked a lot. Everything was within a normal range. We thought maybe it was a blockage then, though Lassie is not one to eat things he shouldn't, but you never know. He does have a hard time resisting the cooked chicken bones, though 95% of the time we take those straight to the big trash can outside, which the dogs have no access to. But better safe than sorry, so they did x-rays, but found nothing. All looked well, though he did have some gas, and he does have a bit of arthritis in his hips.

We wondered if maybe he had a stomach ulcer, which just didn't show up in x-rays. So we decided to start some medications for his upset tummy and a possible ulcer. He got a shot of Cerenia, an anti-nausea medication. They also gave him a dose of Sucralfate, for the possible ulcer, and told me to pick up a generic brand of Pepcid from Walmart.
Now he never actually got that last one, because within 30 minutes of being dosed with the first two medications, Lassie started acting funny in the car. His head was swaying and he was having a difficult time lapping up his water. Luckily we were still near the vet, so we went right back over there and had the vet come out to the car to take a look at him. She said his coloring looked good and he didn't appear to be having a reaction. She said he was probably just feeling sick and a little uneasy. She said to take him home and let him sleep it off. We did that.

Here's my Instagram update from Thursday afternoon:
 photo 9a158c8a-8539-4e34-bed5-4e09b8865784.jpg  photo ed4793a2-e2fa-4bcf-957d-ec765a31abe0.jpg

We had to carry him from the car into the house. He wouldn't walk. Or couldn't, I later realized. I hoped the drugs were just making him a little loopy. We laid him down on his dog cot to get some rest. A little while later, lifting his head became a chore. He could do it, but not for long and not well enough to drink. I started giving him water with a straw (which I later upgraded to a syringe; much easier).

Instagram update from Thursday Evening:

  photo 3285c62a-2696-48d8-a3d7-78b7f3c57393.jpg  photo 5f566937-0eea-4a81-befe-7d921b32d58c.jpg

All the while I'm trying not to panic to the point of sobbing hysterically. Lassie doesn't like that.

We got through one worrisome night of me waking up to syringe more water into Lassie's mouth and to help him wobble his way out to the yard to take care of business.

Friday Morning Instagram update:

  photo 115bc020-024b-4328-acd5-c6782d340dbf.jpg  photo 68da2ecf-5605-47a4-8892-af6ebc14895c.jpg

A few hours later, around 10:30 AM or so, Lassie gets up and wobbles around restlessly. I help him through the kitchen, thinking he wants to go outside, but he stops and this yellow, stomach-acid looking, vomit just falls out of his mouth. Then he wobbles his way over to the window that houses the swamp cooler and flops down in front of it. His breathing was labored and instantly I was reminded of my sweet Ella before she passed.
How I managed not to throw up at that point, I don't even know.
I called the vet and told her what was going on. She wanted Lassie in right away. They're 45 minutes away. Do I settle for one of the vets I despise here in town? Or do I take a risk and make the drive?
I called the vet here in town. He was out of town. So was the other vet. The only vet available was almost as far as Favorite Vet.
My Mom, my Dad, one of my sisters, Lassie and I piled into the car and took off. We were making the drive to Favorite Vet. They knew exactly what medications they had given him Thursday and they had his x-rays and blood work on file and, most importantly, they care the most and I trust them.
I spent the drive crying and panicking and trying not to think about a similar drive we made with Ella. Except with Ella we rushed to the nearest vet possible and she took her final breath as we whipped into the parking lot. This could not happen again. I didn't want to do that again. Not now. Not with Lassie.
 My Dad turned that 40-45 minute drive into a 30 minute (maybe less, I don't know, it still seemed so long to me) drive.
(Thank you Dad for breaking the law for my best friend).

Instagram update Friday Afternoon:

   photo 3b7489e2-b2bb-4565-9263-daeaea87a478.jpg  photo 9e510c72-54f0-4247-8515-a7d62b6ae569.jpg

I gave the vet this list of drugs not to use. They promised to review it and took my concerns very seriously.

Instagram update Friday Evening:

  photo 4bf01eb1-5753-4ab4-bb8d-cd674fa068d3.jpg  photo f02366e6-f6ef-4552-a1e9-bf04e08a8437.jpg
 Friday night was a very long night. Possibly the longest night I've had in a very long time.
Or so I thought...

Saturday Morning Instagram update:
  photo d4901fbb-1150-4a62-b8b2-8da99de680da.jpg  photo aa3f1e8b-3e74-4819-9da6-b2f0a2f1bb6e.jpg
"prayers" is the last word; it wouldn't fit in my iPhone screen shot. 

Saturday night, last night, was a much longer night than Friday. I got very little sleep. I feel like I'm missing an appendage or something. That might sound dramatic but I don't care, this is weird. Lassie has been by my side since I was 13. He's been my best friend. He got me through those awkward and awful teenage years. He got me through a lot of losses. He has taught me so much, from patience to budgeting money. He makes me smile and he makes me laugh. Unfortunately he also makes me completely crazy when he gets sick. He hasn't been this sick before. The one and only other time he spent a night at the vet was after his neuter, nearly 8 years ago.
I miss him.
Petal misses him. She's never been apart from him for this long.

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of Ella's sudden passing.
I want good news tomorrow.
I want my boy back.
I have a pretty good feeling I'll get what I want (when I take a deep breath and force myself not to freak out, that is). I just hope I get it tomorrow.

 photo swoon4913.png

I'll keep you guys updated, but my Instagram, Facebook and Twitter pages will be updated first and more often, simply because it is super easy to just type everything up on Instagram and then share it to Facebook and Twitter as well. You're welcome to check those pages for updates (links to them can be found in right sidebar, those images at the top of the sidebar will take you where you want to go). I won't hear anything new about Lassie until tomorrow morning, however. I'll try and post another blog post then. If not tomorrow, then hopefully Tuesday.

Thank you guys again for all the love and support and well wishes and advise on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter! It means so much to me. I'm sorry I haven't replied to every comment, but I promise I read every one.

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15 Comments:

At August 4, 2013 at 5:47 PM , Blogger Julie said...

Thinking about you and your babies...

 
At August 4, 2013 at 6:01 PM , Blogger Nola said...

Oh no! Paws crossed for Lassie!
Nola

 
At August 5, 2013 at 8:26 AM , Blogger Two French Bulldogs said...

Oh my goodness! How terrifying. We know how you feel since we are going through this roller coaster ride with me. All our paws are crossed
Benny & Lily

 
At August 5, 2013 at 10:59 AM , Blogger Taryn said...

I am sorry Lassie is so sick. Sending all the healing vibes I can!

 
At August 5, 2013 at 7:24 PM , Blogger Leslie said...

Hi Marquie, I'm so sorry this is happening so close to the anniversary of Ella's passing. I can't imagine how worried you are. Please try to remember that Lassie is in good hands and many hearts are holding him close and wishing him home with you again very soon.

You are constantly in our thoughts. Please keep us posted.

 
At August 6, 2013 at 7:19 PM , Anonymous Kayleigh said...

I am so sorry, Marquie... I can't imagine what you're going through right now. I saw your post on Facebook last night and I cried so much. I've only been following your blog for a few months but I've grown so fond of all the pictures and stories about your dogs - especially Lassie, because he reminded me of my own 8 month-old collie (loyal, protective, loving). I know the healing process will be a long one, but try to remember the good times and take comfort knowing you gave Lassie the best possible life a dog could have, full of love and companionship. He will be missed by more people than he ever knew, but I believe one day you WILL see him again. <3 Praying for you!

 
At August 6, 2013 at 7:34 PM , Blogger Nola said...

I'm so, so sorry for your loss. Words can't express how sorry we are. Please, please know we're thinking of you and are here for you, no matter what. With lots of love,
Nola and Family

 
At August 6, 2013 at 7:44 PM , Blogger Rebecca Epperly said...

I only started following you a few months ago but I have come to love Lassie and Petal, virtually, as my own through your stories. I'm so saddened by Lassie's passing and know how hard it must be for you as well. Please know your in our hearts and prayers through this. You gave Lassie a great life. Try and think of all the happy times and memories you have of him. You're blog family is here for you!
Love,
Rebecca & Teach

 
At August 7, 2013 at 4:57 AM , OpenID rumpydog.com said...

I'm so sorry for your loss. Most of us know that gut-wrenching pain. Take comfort in knowing we are all there for you, because we've been there too. xxx

 
At August 7, 2013 at 8:08 AM , Blogger DinaDog said...

We are here for you, a shoulder to cry on. You have the memories and the thought that he is now happy and free.
Dina and Mom

 
At August 10, 2013 at 6:52 AM , Blogger Boo's Mom said...

Dogs! They always leave us far too soon!

 
At August 10, 2013 at 12:04 PM , Blogger 2 Punk Dogs said...

So sorry for your loss, Lassie was such a sweet & beautiful dog. Hugs to you and Petal.

 
At August 20, 2013 at 6:10 PM , Blogger KEY WEST COLLIES said...

Dog Dad is feeling really bad right now. He has not been on cyber paw space for awhile. He was concerned when he noted you hadn't blogged in awhile, more concerned when he read your post, then deeply saddened when he read the comments on this blog. Dog Dad feels like he really let a cyber paw pal down.

We are sure that Ella and Deacon greeted him when Lassie crossed the gate. We understand how hard it is to loose such a good chum as Lassie. Any time you want to talk, we are there.

You and your pack is in our thoughts and prayers.

Dog Speed,

Essex, Sherman & Dog Dad

 
At August 20, 2013 at 6:58 PM , Blogger KEY WEST COLLIES said...

We had to do a post about Lassie's Bridge Crossing. We hope you don't mind that we used one of your pictures of Lassie.

We know how difficult loosing such a good chum is. You are in our thoughts and prayers.

 
At August 25, 2013 at 11:50 AM , Blogger Jan's Funny Farm said...

We didn't know your Lassie but we read about your loss on Key West Collies and came by to say how sorry we are. We know the pain of losing a much-loved furry.

 

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