Steely
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So, yes, one of my dogs is my screen name, namesake. Actually, it is the other way around. Matt named the dog Steele, and then I took his namesake here ~ none the less ~ he is sick and I am super worried.
He is only 18 months, but all of the sudden he started having massive bloody diarreah. I came home today, already stressed and worried about Matt, and was greeted with many messes of gross, disgusting, bloody diarreah all over the floor.
I cleaned it up, vomiting, while calling the vet.
(As I opened the back door to get the dogs, so I can take Steele to the vet, I see the other dog Diesel eating the head off of a squirrel. I vomited again. Seriously????)
So anyway, Steely Bear is really sick, he has a high fever and they are not sure what is wrong. I called the vet back again tonight to see what other possibilities it could be, but they are kinda sticking with maybe it is something he ate that caused a bacterial infection, or strept, or something like that.
But you know, after the year I have had ~ I was just sitting in that little doggy waiting room thinking about H., and then Matt ~ and just catastrophizing out the wazoo.
And then, you remember, the crack head neighbor that said Steele had killed her puppy, but acted like she could care less???? I started worrying that maybe her kid's (as in 30 something drug addicted kids) poisoned Steele out of revenge. (Even though I am positive Steele did not kill their puppy - I truly believe they had a violent episode and blamed it on my dog - I don't let my dogs out when I am not home - so what they are saying is impossible.)
Anyway.
The vet did lot's of blood work, and gave him several shots, and I will know tomorrow. I just cannot have anything else go wrong. I really, really, can't.
So I am doing that chicken liver dance that my Steely will be OK. He is passed out on the floor at the moment, drained from it all. I feel so bad for him.
(And he really, really, smells - he needs a bath but I do not have it in me to stress him out anymore.)
He is only 18 months, but all of the sudden he started having massive bloody diarreah. I came home today, already stressed and worried about Matt, and was greeted with many messes of gross, disgusting, bloody diarreah all over the floor.
I cleaned it up, vomiting, while calling the vet.(As I opened the back door to get the dogs, so I can take Steele to the vet, I see the other dog Diesel eating the head off of a squirrel. I vomited again. Seriously????)
So anyway, Steely Bear is really sick, he has a high fever and they are not sure what is wrong. I called the vet back again tonight to see what other possibilities it could be, but they are kinda sticking with maybe it is something he ate that caused a bacterial infection, or strept, or something like that.
But you know, after the year I have had ~ I was just sitting in that little doggy waiting room thinking about H., and then Matt ~ and just catastrophizing out the wazoo.
And then, you remember, the crack head neighbor that said Steele had killed her puppy, but acted like she could care less???? I started worrying that maybe her kid's (as in 30 something drug addicted kids) poisoned Steele out of revenge. (Even though I am positive Steele did not kill their puppy - I truly believe they had a violent episode and blamed it on my dog - I don't let my dogs out when I am not home - so what they are saying is impossible.)
Anyway.
The vet did lot's of blood work, and gave him several shots, and I will know tomorrow. I just cannot have anything else go wrong. I really, really, can't.
So I am doing that chicken liver dance that my Steely will be OK. He is passed out on the floor at the moment, drained from it all. I feel so bad for him.
(And he really, really, smells - he needs a bath but I do not have it in me to stress him out anymore.
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