One pug. Two vet visits. Twenty-four hours.
I took Klaus to the vet yesterday afternoon to have a bump on his leg looked at. They couldn't get a great sample, but the vet didn't see any obviously bad cells, so he sent us home with some cream. I felt relief. Klaus was himself.
Nine hours later, I came home from the Blackhawks game and Klausie was acting weird. Uncomfortable, and unable to settle down or sleep. I chalked it up to an upset tummy from too many treats at the vet, but after a sleepless night, at around 6 am I couldn't take it anymore. He was clearly in pain, so off to the ER vet we went.
$625 later (on top of the $200 from the regular vet) I have no answers. It could be a vertebrae which looks just slightly narrowed. It could be internal. All I have is some Metacam and instructions to restrict his activity. His blood panel was normal. He doesn't want to walk outside, but he did eat his boiled chicken. He's hunched. He's hurting.
I never thought I would say this, but I'm starting to understand how someone could love their pet enough to give them up. I don't think I ever could, because it would kill me, but I'm so at the end of my rope. I'm scared. I'm tapped. I'm living on my own for the first time and these medical scares just keep knocking me down each time I'm close to ok. I'm afraid I won't be able to care for my babies, even though I'd feed them before myself every time. What if this is something I can't handle?
I know this is a safe place to vent because the only people who read this blog love their pets as much as I love mine. I so want to be able to do this on my own, but it's terrifying sometimes. I just want him to be ok.
Send some good thoughts and love into the universe for us tonight, will you? I'm cuddling my babies and saying a prayer. Maybe tomorrow everything will be fine, but tonight it's just...hard.
3 years ago