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When I came in Friday morning I brought steak. Someone ordered it and it was too done. Free and Reggie, all awiggle attempted to maintain sitting positions for the special treat. Free took hers and starting eating it...Reggie smelled the steak in my hand and turned her head to the side. I knew immediately that something was wrong.
I looked inside her mouth. She was either chewing a limb that had fallen within her boundries, or a rock. I thought maybe she got a splinter in her gums, or a piece of rock caught between her teeth, making her mouth sore and discouraging her from eating. I ran my finger around and between her teeth (when I could). She didn't like that invasion of her mouth, but she tolerated it in such a way that I was confident that it wasn't something requiring surgery. I noted that she had some redness to her gums behind her last molars, and thought she was trying to cut adult molars maybe. She was drinking water and her typically spunky loving self. She did, at one point, come and lay down on the sofa with me. That was very unusual for her because she knew, and abided by the rule that she remain in the kitchen. Not because she would have an accident, but because she was just like a bull in a china shop. =) I let her climb up beside me and lay on my lap. We both fell asleep there. I woke up to someone knocking on the front door, and there we were, Reggie and me, sleeping face to face on the sofa.
Saturday she still wouldn't eat, but was still herself, drinking water okay, but acting like maybe the heat was bothering her a little bit, she came in from outdoors and laid down after getting a big drink from the water bowl.
Sunday morning I padded into the kitchen early, checked on her before doing anything else, and found that she had vomited in several places on the kitchen floor, and in her kennel. She seemed weak and lethargic, her sides were sunken, and then she had a diarhea accident in the kitchen. I cleaned it up, saved some in a ziplock bag, called Wa and asked if she would drive us to the 24 hour emergency vet in Blountville. She and Steph were there within the hour and we made the 30+ minute drive. Reggie laying in the back seat with her head on my lap.
The emergency vet said that Reggie probably had a virus, and that the nausea irritated her bowl explaining the drooling and the blood apparent in her stool. I was concerned about her being dehydrated. I asked if they could run some fluids on her while we were there. She said to do that they would want to keep her overnight. That was too far away for me, but I also wanted to get her in to Vicky (Vet Care) as soon as her hospital opened up this morning.
The emergency vet gave Reggie a shot to settle her stomach, and antibiotic pills. I asked if I should get her Pedialyte or Gatorade. She said Gatorade, so I did. Reggie didn't like it, but tolerated me giving it to her in small sips from a feeding syringe. She also made the trek from her kennel to the water bowl to drink water. She was visibly weak, but responsive and willing to accept fluids.
I took her to Vickie's at 8:00 this morning. They started her on fluids and drew blood. The test came back positive for poisoning, and with yet another test...positive for anti-freeze. There is an antedote for that. When I came back (for the third time today) to see her, knowing she had to stay on i.v. and wouldn't be coming home tonight, we (Me, Wa, and Steph) waited in room #3 as instructed, to wait for the tech to bring Reggie out. We waited, and waited, and then she came alone. She had gone back to get Reggie to find that in the last 30 minutes she had left this world.
Something squeezes the soul really really hard, digging the fingers, and the jagged sharp fingernails into the delicate matter that is the soul itself, causing it to bleed loudly...when the ears of the body hear such things as, "I'm sorry, Evin, Reggie passed on..." and I didn't want to hear anything else at all. She wasn't talking about my friend Reggie. My friend Reggie would be able to come home tomorrow, and the improvement would be remarkable, because who in this world would come into my yard, and for what horrid dark reason, poison...murder...my sweet innocent friend? She was only eight months old!
I kissed her head and told her that she is the very best girl, and that I love her so incredibly much.
The bill when I walked in was over $400. The bill for the emergency vet was over $200. But Vickie made some adjustments, and all I will be paying for is Reggie's cremation. It would have been $400 something with transportation, but they deducted that as well because someone else had lost a family friend/member that would be cremated tomorrow too, so Reggie would go then.
The other option was to take her to the house and bury her in the yard where she was poisoned. I am renting, so when I move I wouldn't be able to come back and visit her. I will have her in an urn this way and when I get my house in the country, on my own land, I will put her ashes there, and she can be a part of "home".
My heart is broken.
I looked inside her mouth. She was either chewing a limb that had fallen within her boundries, or a rock. I thought maybe she got a splinter in her gums, or a piece of rock caught between her teeth, making her mouth sore and discouraging her from eating. I ran my finger around and between her teeth (when I could). She didn't like that invasion of her mouth, but she tolerated it in such a way that I was confident that it wasn't something requiring surgery. I noted that she had some redness to her gums behind her last molars, and thought she was trying to cut adult molars maybe. She was drinking water and her typically spunky loving self. She did, at one point, come and lay down on the sofa with me. That was very unusual for her because she knew, and abided by the rule that she remain in the kitchen. Not because she would have an accident, but because she was just like a bull in a china shop. =) I let her climb up beside me and lay on my lap. We both fell asleep there. I woke up to someone knocking on the front door, and there we were, Reggie and me, sleeping face to face on the sofa.
Saturday she still wouldn't eat, but was still herself, drinking water okay, but acting like maybe the heat was bothering her a little bit, she came in from outdoors and laid down after getting a big drink from the water bowl.
Sunday morning I padded into the kitchen early, checked on her before doing anything else, and found that she had vomited in several places on the kitchen floor, and in her kennel. She seemed weak and lethargic, her sides were sunken, and then she had a diarhea accident in the kitchen. I cleaned it up, saved some in a ziplock bag, called Wa and asked if she would drive us to the 24 hour emergency vet in Blountville. She and Steph were there within the hour and we made the 30+ minute drive. Reggie laying in the back seat with her head on my lap.
The emergency vet said that Reggie probably had a virus, and that the nausea irritated her bowl explaining the drooling and the blood apparent in her stool. I was concerned about her being dehydrated. I asked if they could run some fluids on her while we were there. She said to do that they would want to keep her overnight. That was too far away for me, but I also wanted to get her in to Vicky (Vet Care) as soon as her hospital opened up this morning.
The emergency vet gave Reggie a shot to settle her stomach, and antibiotic pills. I asked if I should get her Pedialyte or Gatorade. She said Gatorade, so I did. Reggie didn't like it, but tolerated me giving it to her in small sips from a feeding syringe. She also made the trek from her kennel to the water bowl to drink water. She was visibly weak, but responsive and willing to accept fluids.
I took her to Vickie's at 8:00 this morning. They started her on fluids and drew blood. The test came back positive for poisoning, and with yet another test...positive for anti-freeze. There is an antedote for that. When I came back (for the third time today) to see her, knowing she had to stay on i.v. and wouldn't be coming home tonight, we (Me, Wa, and Steph) waited in room #3 as instructed, to wait for the tech to bring Reggie out. We waited, and waited, and then she came alone. She had gone back to get Reggie to find that in the last 30 minutes she had left this world.
Something squeezes the soul really really hard, digging the fingers, and the jagged sharp fingernails into the delicate matter that is the soul itself, causing it to bleed loudly...when the ears of the body hear such things as, "I'm sorry, Evin, Reggie passed on..." and I didn't want to hear anything else at all. She wasn't talking about my friend Reggie. My friend Reggie would be able to come home tomorrow, and the improvement would be remarkable, because who in this world would come into my yard, and for what horrid dark reason, poison...murder...my sweet innocent friend? She was only eight months old!
I kissed her head and told her that she is the very best girl, and that I love her so incredibly much.
The bill when I walked in was over $400. The bill for the emergency vet was over $200. But Vickie made some adjustments, and all I will be paying for is Reggie's cremation. It would have been $400 something with transportation, but they deducted that as well because someone else had lost a family friend/member that would be cremated tomorrow too, so Reggie would go then.
The other option was to take her to the house and bury her in the yard where she was poisoned. I am renting, so when I move I wouldn't be able to come back and visit her. I will have her in an urn this way and when I get my house in the country, on my own land, I will put her ashes there, and she can be a part of "home".
My heart is broken.
very sad, and very angry