Sick to Deathly Ill

As promised, here's what happened with my poor Little Debbie. Last month as previously mentioned, I took Debbie to the Vet because she was limping inexplicably. After weighing her he did mention that she had lost some weight, however he did think it was a healthy amount. He did say she shouldn't loose any more. He also gave her some ear medication as she had another yeast infection in her ears. Poor Debbie hated that stuff. When I would get ready to give it to her she would sit on the bed trembling. Her ears must have been pretty sensitive. But she sat there and let me do it like the good girl that she was, and then enjoyed me rubbing the ointment in after I had squeezed some into each ear. She got some diarrhea after I had given her the medication for a few days, and I figured it might be because of how it upset her or something because when I backed off giving her the medication every day, to every other day it went away.

Then, earlier this week I noticed Debbie was eating less and less of her kibble. I also noticed she seemed to have lost more weight again. On Thursday and Friday she didn't want any of her kibble, so I gave her some canned food and she at that right up. Yumm. I have Monday off this week and since she was still eating I figured I would take her to the Vet on Monday. She was definitely acting like she didn't feel very well. Not her usual peppy, play full and bouncy self. But since she was eating and drinking I was not too worried. Just a little. I should have been more.

On Saturday morning, even when we first got up in the morning she didn't seem too bad. I took the dogs out to potty and she was about the same. But after we came back in Debbie thew up the canned food I had given her the night before. And then she just started getting sick, over and over and over again. She hadn't been vomiting at all before this. She stood in the yard in a daze. Leighton had to carry her back in the house. She went to her kennel and laid down. She slowly rolled over on her side and just lay there, weakened from vomiting. She was obviously not going to wait till Monday and I had to take her to the emergency vet now.

I got her out of the kennel (had to pull her out she was so weak) and wrapped her in a towel because it was still pretty cold outside. As we got in the truck and I held her weak little body in my arms I started to get scared. Up till then I still thought she would be back to her bouncy happy self in a few days wanting me to play with her again. I held her in my arms all the way to the Vet's barely keeping myself from sobbing, wiping the tears on the towel around her.

When we got to the emergency Vet's I realized what time it was. It was only a little after 11:30 in the morning and they didn't open until noon. But my regular Vet is closed on Saturday so there was nothing we could do but wait. While we did, Debbie started getting sick and I got out of the truck with her. What she threw up had blood in it this time. I couldn't understand how she had gotten so bad, so incredibly fast. The Vet finally showed up at 2 after 12:00 and we took her inside.

I'll write some more a little later...