State of the Pooch: Jeebus, what a night. We triumphantly took Mickey home at 6:30 last night. His sugar level shot up to the 600s again before they discharged him, but they gave him 5units of insulin to take care of that. We bring him to the apartment, put him down, and he promptly falls over on the floor.
We call the vet. They say that the insulin needs to take effect and that he may be getting his ‘sea legs’ back from being in a cage for a few days. Fine.
A few minutes later, he perks up, but starts breathing heavily. Hm. David goes to karate. I didn’t feel right going to yoga, so I stayed home to watch the dog. At 7:30, I’m really troubled. He’s breathing loudly, and it worsens when he lays down. He’s not comfortable laying down so then he sits back up. The dog is so tired he’s falling asleep sitting up.
I call the Vet. Vet says to give him a Lasix pill because he had a lot of IV fluid pumped into him and may need to get rid of it. I give Mickey the pill and a handful of dry food, which he eats. He was still breathing heavily. Exhausted, he lay down. He starts almost-choking and sits up, startled. Then he pitches face-forward on the chair, legs splayed behind him, but in the air, head on the chair. He did this twice.
That’s it. I wrap him up in a blanket (actually, one of our good Disney throws), stick a “AT VET” note on our front door for David and go the the vet at 8:30. Vet’s gone for the night, but the nurses hear his breathing problems. They hustle him to the back for a lasix injection and to give him oxygen. Ugh. They page the vet, who basically tells me to take him to the hospital, since he’s going to need overnight monitoring. Ugh.
Bawling like a baby, I take Mickey back home, get some socks on, and tell David what’s up. At 9:15, we head to the University of Pennsylvania Veterinary Hospital.
–ok…I gotta go to work. I’m still home. I’ll update this later. Dog still alive. His parents are wrecks. And his mom weighs 138.8.