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Mar. 7th, 2007 12:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sanpaku_backupWe noticed Phoebe limping on three legs about two weeks ago. She had stopped eating and we figured she had pulled something; it had happened before. I had to go on a trip and the Mrs. took her to the vet nearby, whereupon she skipped around the examining room just fine and everything was great and fine. They felt her leg and it seemed fine and dandy.
The next couple of days she seemed to be limping again. Then she seemed a little better so we went away for a couple of days and had the babysitter watch her. We came back and I noticed she was still limping. Some days she ate and some days not. I went away on another trip for a day and came back and she seemed to be limping and hot. We went through a weekend of wondering what to do, when she was limping and cool during the day and hot at night.
A week ago we finally got her to our vet, who said she had "classic Lyme" and gave us some antibiotics and some painkillers. The limping started getting better and she started eating right away. They called to say they ruled out Lyme or any other tick-borne disease; her liver enzymes were off in a first test but fine in a second. If she got worse, we should call them. In the meantime, she was not 100% but definitely was up scampering about, snagging food from the kids, and even not limping most of yesterday. She was pretty much fine. Meanwhile I went on yet another in the interminable series of business trips.
My wife just called and Phoebe is dead. She peed on her pad in the bathroom, yelped, and my wife just found her on the floor.
So now in addition to me not being there and having to get through a day of retreat with co-workers, the Mrs. has to tell a four-and-a-half year old that the dog is dead.
I just cannot believe this. She was fine. She was fine.
Fucking vets fucking racket. Three hundred fucking dollars for you to not even take an x-ray.... Mother fuckers.
I am in shock and denial and all that.
She was fine.
The next couple of days she seemed to be limping again. Then she seemed a little better so we went away for a couple of days and had the babysitter watch her. We came back and I noticed she was still limping. Some days she ate and some days not. I went away on another trip for a day and came back and she seemed to be limping and hot. We went through a weekend of wondering what to do, when she was limping and cool during the day and hot at night.
A week ago we finally got her to our vet, who said she had "classic Lyme" and gave us some antibiotics and some painkillers. The limping started getting better and she started eating right away. They called to say they ruled out Lyme or any other tick-borne disease; her liver enzymes were off in a first test but fine in a second. If she got worse, we should call them. In the meantime, she was not 100% but definitely was up scampering about, snagging food from the kids, and even not limping most of yesterday. She was pretty much fine. Meanwhile I went on yet another in the interminable series of business trips.
My wife just called and Phoebe is dead. She peed on her pad in the bathroom, yelped, and my wife just found her on the floor.
So now in addition to me not being there and having to get through a day of retreat with co-workers, the Mrs. has to tell a four-and-a-half year old that the dog is dead.
I just cannot believe this. She was fine. She was fine.
Fucking vets fucking racket. Three hundred fucking dollars for you to not even take an x-ray.... Mother fuckers.
I am in shock and denial and all that.
She was fine.
