An evening at the Burke household:
Talk about a lazy Sunday….Shadow was caught snoozing in her crate, on her back, without a care in the world.Ooops, I think she woke up when she heard the camera click.Yep, she’s awake. She’s thinking, “If I lay very still, maybe the camera will go away!” And, it did. Thankfully, our Shadow is doing so much better. She really had us scared with her anemia and hospitalization. We’re still paying on the hospital bill and next week, will need to take her back to the vet’s office for blood work. So far, she’s been 100% off of the prednisone for a week. Hubby and I don’t care about the vet bill….we’re just so grateful that she’s healthy and alive. The last time I spoke to her vet, Dr.Callie, she was just astonished to hear how playful Shadow is again. Dr. Callie admitted that she wasn’t sure Shadow would survive her illness. Ron and I were amazed, too, that Dr. Callie brought in her own dog to donate blood for Shadow. That’s definitely above and beyond what we hoped for.
Wow, what a time we’ve had with our German Shepherd girl, Shadow. She spent 11 days at the vet and has gone back two weeks in a row for blood work; we weren’t planning on taking her back until next week but she started acting worse yesterday. I called Dr. Callie at the Animal Clinic of Monett to let her know what was going on and she said that even though she was booked solid with appointments for the rest of the day, to bring Shadow in and she’d find the time to check her out.
Dr. Callie lowered the steroid Shadow is on because she thinks it’s causing tummy troubles; she gave her a mild anti-anxiety medication because the poor dog is so stressed. And, to help with the tummy troubles, I’m giving her fiber capsules, as well as baked sweet potato:
This morning, Shadow didn’t want to take her medications in the Greenies Pill Pockets in the flavor that I had (hickory smoke), so I had to kind of hide the Pill Pockets in pumpkin (oh, say THAT really fast five times!). She devoured them. My girl loves pumpkin; I knew she loved sweet potato but didn’t know about the pumpkin.
After Shadow had her medicine, breakfast, fresh water and spent time outdoors for a bit, I brought her in and crated her and went to the store for some peanut butter Pill Pockets. She loves peanut butter.
I sure hope she starts feeling better soon.
Schatzi’s Shadow came home this morning!
Hubby and I were there at 11:00 a.m. sharp. We were able to talk with Dr. Carol and we discussed Shadow’s meds and Dr. Carol reassured us that we could handle her needs. Basically, all Shadow needs is to rest and recuperate, finish taking her antibiotics – which Dr. Callie put her on just in case the anemia was caused by a flea or tick – and to take her tummy pills and steroid. We go back in a week for another CBC to see how she’s doing.
Ron and I were in the room waiting for Vicki to bring our girl. Wow, you should have seen Shadow when she realized we were there! If you can imagine a dog smiling, Shadow smiled. We both reached out to her and Ron held her as closely as he could.
The vet bill wasn’t quite as high as I had guessed; it doesn’t matter, we told them to do whatever it took to get our baby girl back on her feet. Dr. Carol commented that Shadow almost didn’t make it. Both Ron and I are aware of that fact. This was a very frightening week.
Thank God, our baby is home!
Thank you to the entire staff of the Animal Clinic of Monett for their tender loving care!
Finally: good news!
Our baby girl is coming home tomorrow morning!
Spoke to Dr. Callie and Shadow is tolerating her oral meds well; in fact, she’s not wanting to cooperate and they’re having to force them down. We have some pill pockets and may need to get more. The staff is taking turns walking her outdoors and she’s doing well. Thanks be to God!
We go tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. to pick her up.
Thank you all for the prayers and well wishes.
Our baby girl is still in the Animal Clinic of Monett. The vet called me this morning – while I was at Walmart – and told me that Shadow had deteriorated so severely that she needed a blood transfusion. Dr. Callie actually had her husband bring in her own dog to the hospital for Shadow to receive 400 cc of red blood cells.
Things are going to be touch and go for the next 24 hours or so. When I asked, Dr. Callie said that she couldn’t give us a prognosis. The best she could say is that if – if – if Shadow can get through this crisis, she has a chance at a good life. Shadow will tire easily; she will be on medication for the rest of her life. Dr. Callie said that they’ve had dogs that have been diagnosed with autoimmune hemolytic anemia and they have lived decent lives.
Time is standing still. This just feels like a bad dream.
Dr. Callie invited us to come and see our puppy girl this evening and the three of us went in around 5:00. They’ve got Shadow in a kennel that’s so small that she can’t stand up and move around; she’s got an IV in, so she can’t move. We walked in and I don’t know who hit the floor (on their knees) first, me or Ron. I started to cry and kiss her and Ron was touching her and talking to her. My poor puppy girl is so weak; she wagged her tail and she perked up a bit. Ron said she looked better than she did on Saturday. Daniel spent a lot of time with her, too.
Around 5:20, Shadow started getting up, so Dr. Callie cut our visit short; it’s dangerous for Shadow to get over excited, so we had to leave. I didn’t want to go. It’s like a piece of my heart has been cut out and it’s all the way across town…
I miss my baby. Dear St. Francis, please, please help our pup get healthy. We love her so much!
The vet called just before supper. The phone rang and I walked toward it and saw hubby in his recliner; he was looking at me and I don’t think either one of us wanted to answer.
No good news. No bad news.
Shadow is the same. Very lethargic. Still receiving IV fluids. Dr. Callie is going to increase her steroids and most likely do another CBC in the morning. She promised to call me in the morning.
We’re walking around the house looking for her. Every time I look outside, I expect to see her on the deck. I want to go outside and throw her tire to her and chase her and let her chase me. It’s almost warm enough for her to drink out of her bucket and slosh her whole face in the bucket and then stick her front paws into the bucket. When she was younger and had room, she’d “dig” the water out of the bucket.
I want my baby girl home. Healthy.
She’s never going to be the same. Dr. Callie said that she doesn’t like giving this diagnosis; it’s very difficult to treat and then care for an animal who has been stricken with it.
Ron and I have already had a couple of moments talking about “what if…” and I ended up crying. His heart is broken right now, too. We want our puppy girl home.