My beagle doggy Maggi is having stomach surgery as I write this...first noticed that her tummy was as hard as a rock on Saturday, but when I applied pressure, nothing. Even took her out of walks this weekend where she was pulling me, not the other way around, and her appetite was good as usual.
I went to cuddle with her this morning, and when I lifted her up to put her next to me, she yelped in pain. I lifted again, and she yelped again. Not your normal I don't want you messing with me kind of protest that usually is accompanied with a little nip for emphasis (which she is immediately sorry for with kisses), but a yelp of true pain.
Frank said, "You better take her in to the vet," so I did. I don't think I would have had he not insisted with his unemployment situation.
X-rays showed some fabric and since this sort of thing has a way of wrapping itself in the lower intestines, surgery was necessary.
Doctor asked if I knew what it was, and on the way home from taking Peter to the sports medicine doctor, it occurred to me that there was one particular toy falling apart...her long Santa toy...that I didn't have the heart to take away from her. Now I wish I had. So took it over to him, and it gave me a chance to see Maggi before going into surgery.
So good thoughts to my dog please...with everything else going on, it's such a blow and cruel joke.
When is something good going to happen? Enough already.
Update: Vet called to say that no fabric or fiber was found and he followed the entire intestine...thinks now that something irritated the stomach lining and an biopsy is being performed. Now we wait to see what that might reveal...
I'm an almost 56 year old woman. I'm mother of three almost grown up kids, Will, 24, Kara, 22, and Peter, 20. I've been married for over 24 years to Frank.
I love to do creative things like needlework, cross stitch in particular, knitting and crocheting.