Our little Tala Bobala is very sick.
Two nights ago, I was up all night with her. We both stayed home yesterday and were back and forth to the vet all day - blood work, x-rays, the works.
Last night she had a quiet night, and this morning there seemed to be improvement. But then, more backsliding. Most worrying are signs of internal bleeding.
It might be an obstruction in her intestines, requiring surgery. Or it might be a chronic condition, requiring meds and special diet. Or it might be... something else. First we had to stabilize her, and now the vet is still assessing the diagnostics.
I'm at work today, but Allan is home with the patient. She seems happy and perky, so that's a relief.
I'm very grateful we've found a vet who we trust and feel good about. She's in Port Credit, near our old place, recommended to us by our former neighbour, who has a dog with some special needs. Based on our considerable experience with vets, if this doc wasn't as good as she is, we'd probably be seeking a specialist by now.
Allan is very good at staying in the present and not worrying. Me, not so much. Upon leaving her at the vet's office yesterday for x-rays, I burst into tears. After losing Buster, it took us so long to be ready to love another dog. I can't bear the thought of anything happening to her.
Is there some Law of Nature that says we must have one high-maintenance dog at all times? Does the Universe bring us dogs with issues lurking, because we will see them through no matter what?
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Tala's symptoms have greatly improved. Whew!
We still have to figure out what's wrong, and how we can prevent a return engagement. And of course we have to be super careful about her diet and meds. But right now, there's a great improvement. Whew!
Thank you for your thoughts and good wishes, both in comments and by email. I really appreciate it.