It has been really hard the last few days because our little dog Puck has been having some health issues, just one more thing to add to her charts. Buying such a small dog has really shown its challenges. The vet is calling it bad genetics, but to tell you the truth I think that I got a thousand dollar inbred (wouldn't trade her for the world). Health problems keep popping up for the poor girl, but I have yet to see her in so much pain. It broke my heart when she started acting different a couple of days ago, I thought that she was sad from all the attention that the new puppy was getting. Joey even said that I was being over protective. It was when I noticed that she had stopped eating that I got really worried. The days to follow got really bad. She was restless, not eating and struggling to go to the bathroom. She would let out yelps and whimpers for now obvious reason. I just hated to see her in pain. The next morning I called my mom and asked her to help me bring the dogs i nto the vet, Puck knows the doggie hospital all to well and really requires me to keep two hands on her at all times. I have to admit I cringe at the word "VET" for reasons very different from Pucks, we have spent more keeping her alive the last 4 years than we put on a down payment on our house (I know SCARY!!!). After examining her the vet said that she looked fine but that they were going to run some blood tests. Since we were there, we thought that we would kill two birds with on stone get the rest of Chevy's puppy shots done. We left the vet feeling pretty good the bill was somewhat low and the vet seamed confident that Puck was okay . . . . Oh we later found out that he was wrong. That night was so bad, I think that I slept a total of three hours, Puck laid on the foot of our bed and cried all night she was kicking her legs and shaking all most resembling a person having a seizer, this went on for hours on end. I cried all night long. First thing in the morning I called the vet to let him know that we were coming back in and that we couldn't wait to hear back from the test results and it was a good thing that we didn't. After examining her and doing some x-rays they found out that she had a spine injury and the lining of her spinal cord was inflamed pinching the nerves in her lower body. This would explain the loss of mobility and all the pain. Luckily they don't think that she will need surgery at this point and they were able to send her home on pain killers and anti-inflammatory.
We took in really easy yesterday trying to keep Puck from getting excited, they warned us at the vet that the pain killers we are giving her can give her a false sense of being okay when really her spine is still healing. I was glad to have the down time because I was so tired from loss of sleep and all the mental stress from the nights prior. I even used it as an excuse not to cook dinner and we ordered pizza instead.
On a much brighter note, we had Chevy examined and they said that everything looked good and that he, unlike our poor Puck he had great knees, teeth etc. . . . It was great news to my ears. The thought of having two problem prone dogs freaks me out.
This whole experience really made me thankful for all of the strong and supportive people in my life. I'm such a baby when it comes to seeing others in pain, I felt so helpless. My Mom, knowing how stressed I was helped me out so much checking on the dogs and going to the vet. Thanks Mom! Joey, as always was really good about helping out as well!
