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Post by fluffernut - now Jannie on Oct 20, 2008 18:26:15 GMT -5
You are not evil. Your dog is sick because of an accident. Don't blame yourself. I hope she only got a small dose and will get better as time goes on. But whatever happens, it's NOT YOUR FAULT!!!
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Post by someday on Oct 20, 2008 19:56:11 GMT -5
Okay - I have the name of a vet who does payment plans. I am taking her in first thing tomorrow. I will let everyone know how it goes.
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Post by notsomessyshell on Oct 20, 2008 20:47:59 GMT -5
I am so glad. I knew you could find a solution. I will keep good thoughts for a speedy recovery for your baby.  |
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Post by Rennie Ellen on Oct 20, 2008 21:32:12 GMT -5
Someday,Okay - I have the name of a vet who does payment plans. I am taking her in first thing tomorrow. I will let everyone know how it goes.  
I went through a similar situation early New Year's 2006. I attended a gala fundraiser for a cancer charity (I was one of the guest speakers). Close to midnight, someone handed out those glowsticks. I wore mine looped on my belt before I came home. When I sat in my chair, Angel jumped up and grabbed the glowstick with her mouth. Her teeth punctured the glowstick. She started making this horrible crying noise while licking her tongue and foaming at the mouth. I quickly realized the stuff in the glowstick was burning her mouth, so I grabbed Angel and ran to the bathroom, got a damp washcloth, wet it with lukewarm water, and wiped out her mouth. I got different washcloths, wet them, and wiped out her mouth several times. I then looked in her mouth and didn't see anything unusual, but I called the ER Vet clinic and explained what just happened. The woman on the phone talked to the vet and then told me the stuff inside the glowstick was VERY toxic to pets.  She said my quick thinking and actions probably saved Angel from getting really bad burns inside her mouth and swallowing the toxic stuff. Then she told me what I needed to look out for during the next 24 hours: nausea, vomiting, lack of interest in eating and drinking, lethragy. So for the next 24 hours (it was the longest 24 hours of my life!), I stayed awake on strong coffee and kept vigil over Angel, who, BTW, was eating and drinking normally and romped around as if the glowstick incident had never happened! When the 24 hours were up, I called Angel's vet and told him the situation. He said I did the right thing and if she was showing no ill effects (she was still romping, eating and drinking), she was OK. I cried and hugged my baby, then we went to bed for a much deserved sleep! 
I felt guilty, too. I brought the glowstick home, not knowing it was toxic to pets. It was an accident, just like your situation. Angel and I are praying that your furbaby will be OK, too.
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Post by AnnieOkie on Oct 20, 2008 21:57:38 GMT -5
someday-That is wonderful news. Prayers going up for your baby dog and you as well!
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Post by need2bfree on Oct 21, 2008 0:51:54 GMT -5
How's your dog doing??? Hoping all is well.
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Post by lilith on Oct 21, 2008 3:18:26 GMT -5
I had a dog. His name was Buddy. He was a "Second Chance" dog. He had been in a shelter but when they neutered him he decided he would be very depressed and never eat again. Never. So he got very skinny and didn't impress any new families that came to the shelter so he was going to be put to sleep. So my girlfriend gave him a second chance. She nursed him back to health with massive doses of bacon fat and love.
She told me how sweet he was and how she would like to keep him but he was afraid of her other dog. So Buddy came to be our forever dog. He was a fairly big dog that looked like a shorter haired golden. My son called him a golden Shepard. The first day we brought him home he wouldn't even lay on his new big dog bed we got at Costco. He wouldn't lay on anything soft. My son and I laid with him on the hard floor for hours, cooing and petting him. We noticed many scars on his body. My friend thought he had spent a lot of time"on the road".
He eventually learned to appreciate soft things including our bed") He had a lot of peculiarities. We couldn't move our arms around him or he would cower. He didn't know how to play. We would talk about it for weeks if he would even pick up a ball, let alone fetch. We asserted he was too smart to perform for humans. He was fiercely attached to us instantly and never left our sides when we were walking. Per my friends instructions we always left out massive amounts of food and gave him frequent treats. His bowl was never empty yet he continued to eat anything remotely edible. His first Christmas home we woke up to what we thought was sounds of a burglar. We found him in the living room with pile after pile of vomit containing ornaments, pieces of our artificial Christmas tree and pieces of the carpeting. He had a Woody Toy Story ornament stuck in his lip. Check-one more thing he couldn't be left alone with.
It became a running joke in our house. My husband had a whole comedy routine about how humans didn't appreciate the delicious flavor of the containers that the food came in...my son made up a song.
And then the green vomiting started. We couldn't figure it out until one morning very early I heard a crunching sound. Buddy was having breakfast at the litter box. Off to the vet. No treatment but one more thing we had to put up. As time went on we eventually learned how to Buddy-proof the house. Although it was plenty annoying we decided to look at his ability to turn almost anything into food as a good thing because it was what had allowed him to survive his time on the road and make his way to us.
I came home from work and my son said Buddy was acting funny. I immediately thought vomit but not this time. It was already after vet hours, we had no money and the emergency vet hospital was hours away. I started calling friends and one told me her vet would probably come in and she would give me a blank check. We watched him for awhile and when he had a hard time getting up and down we took him in to my friends vet. He couldn't find anything wrong except the lethargy and pale gums. He x-rayed his abdomen and found many rocks. We had no idea he ate rocks. How had I not seen them in his poop when I scooped it up? That was one of our many jokes. We had seen rope in his pooh and much to my son's delight, corn cobs. Almost intact corncobs.
As disturbing as the rocks were the vet said they were basically harmless the problem was the nails! He had eaten two carpenters nails that looked like they were wrapped in aluminum foil. The vet said they hadn't punctured anything and my husband and I allowed ourselves to laugh a little at the fact that we had a dog who could eat nails. IT would be another story in the strange Legend of Buddy Lee. We still have no idea from where he got these. We hadn't wrapped nails in foil. Maybe on a walk. I pray to this day, not in my squalorous back yard.
The nails were coated in zinc which is toxic to dogs. The vet said we couldn't wait for them to be passed, he was too weak for surgery because of the anemia. The vet had no dog blood on hand and no way to get it in time. We offered ours but evidently you can't do that. The only thing was to make him vomit. The vet put this medicine in his eyes. He said it always makes dog vomit. He rarely had to give two doses. He gave Buddy four doses and he wouldn't vomit. We were convinced it was his iron stomach from eating anything for years. I just remember when I would ask the vet if he was going to be OK he just kept saying that is very serious. I just knew he was going to vomit, we would go back to normal. He never vomited no matter what we did. Within an hour he died in my husband and my arms. I still remember the look on his face when I knew it was going to happen. He was peaceful, not in pain, well-fed and well-loved.
I wished I had known about the rocks and nails. I still feel like I should have known and that I failed him. The only thing that consoles me is that his second chance bought him two more years of a cushy life. I could never be strict with him because he had enough of that.
I wrote my friends check for $600 that night not knowing if she had enough to cover it or how I would pay her back. Luckily we were both able to do so. We left his body there to be cremated and when we walked out without him I still couldn't believe nails had taken my Buddy.
Even though it has been four years I don't allow myself to go here very often. I still can immediately feel the panic, the helplessness, the worry about money, the feeling that I failed him. When I read your post I was sent back to that horrible time. The best I can hope for is that Buddy has forgiven me. I believe he has and I believe your girl doesn't blame you. I don't want to sound like a nut, but dogs just love better than do we humans. Their love REALLY is unconditional. Of course she is still being sweet-she doesn't blame you. There is no room for blame in her heart-only love.
I am pleased to share the Legend of Buddy Lee with you in hopes that you won't feel alone in your innocent mistake and to tell you even if the worst happens, years from now, the bitter fades and the sweet remains.
May tomorrow bring the healing of her body and your heart.
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Post by someday on Oct 21, 2008 11:59:13 GMT -5
SHE'S BETTER!!! Thank you so much for all your prayers. Apparently not eating for a day was the right idea for her. According to DH, when he got home she wouldn't even get off the couch to greet him. When he finally got her up and moving, she wanted to go outside, but still refused to eat. He sat out with her for a while and then tried her on some sliced turkey (her favorite!) He says that it took a while but as soon as she ate the turkey, she became ravenous. She ate some more turkey and some chicken baby food he had bought her, and then an entire bowl of kibble. She also drank a whole bowl of water. By the time I got home, she was feeling MUCH better. There was NO poop this morning, and the vet said that we (or rather SHE) did the right thing by fasting a bit to get the crap out of her system.
I have cleaned up all the boric acid - won't make that mistake again. I can't even say how relieved I am that she's okay. She's sitting next to me now wagging like nothing happened.
Lilith - I am so sorry about your Buddy. I believe he has forgiven you as well, just as my girl has forgiven me. And you don't sound like a nut. Animals DO love better than humans.
I'm going to go hug my dog again now. Thank you all for your help and prayers - I don't know what I would have done without your support. Thank you.
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Post by messimo on Oct 21, 2008 12:10:07 GMT -5
 I'm so glad to hear your dog is doing better!
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Post by heylady1 on Oct 21, 2008 12:33:33 GMT -5
I read this last night while I was at work ((ooopppsss!)), so I couldn't reply. And now I'm relieved to find out your dog is just fine!! That's awesome!!  |
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Post by AnnieOkie on Oct 21, 2008 12:47:28 GMT -5
someday- I am so happy to hear the good news!! God watches out for our pets, I know it.
lilith-Your story about Buddy made me cry. I'm glad he had you to take care of him for the time he was with you.
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Post by notsomessyshell on Oct 21, 2008 14:30:31 GMT -5
That is great news someday!
Lillith, my deepest condolences. He lived a lifetime in those years he was with you.
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Post by lilith on Oct 21, 2008 14:45:32 GMT -5
I can't even tell you how happy this makes me!
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Post by threeg on Oct 21, 2008 18:32:07 GMT -5
It's just wonderful to read this and pray, and at the end of the thread find out that she's going to be fine! I could cry!  I too have had pets with serious illnesses and no money for a vet. I even offered my diamond engagement ring and wedding band in payment for my cat's treatment. (He had been SHOT by a nutty neighbor.) The vet said "If you love your cat that much, I'll wait to be paid." He waited two weeks, and fell in love with my cat in the meantime. Lilith, I know that Buddy forgave you and loves you still.   3g |
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Post by cando on Oct 21, 2008 21:09:51 GMT -5
Someday-- I was so happy to read your update. Very happy your pup is better. Lilith--Your post about Buddy made me cry, too. You write so beautifully, express things so meaningfully, and are so very supportive at the same time. Buddy was lucky to have you as his owner for the time you had him. I'm sure that Buddy loved you so much.  CD |
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