Skip if you want....just needed someone to talk too.
I've had my dog for just over ten years now (See pic in comments) His name is buddy, an Aussie- Husky mix and we got him off of death row at our local shelter where my brother happened to be volunteering.
He was kind of a mess, had been returned three times for digging and a problem with cats (Not that we ever had that issue) Sweet as could be, just has social issues with other dogs, which is understandable.
Anyway, for the last few years we've been having issues with his health a bit. When he would get an infection he would have mild seizures. Most of the time after a round of antibiotics and some love and cuddles at home he'd be okay.
A few weeks ago I moved in with my boyfriend. Been missing home so I'd come back to see my mom and of course play with my favorite boy, and when my momma told me that he'd been having issues, I of course came to visit.
He looked bad, not in appearance, just like...down, tired. He was getting over a bout of pneumonia but was on the mend, so I took a nap with him and when I left it seemed to be alright. Mom called me a few days later saying he was okay, so I put it out of my mind.
Then on the 4th of July I was at a BBQ with my bf's family when I got the 911 from my brother at home. Mom was out of town and Buddy was having seizures, and he had to work in the morning. (He JUST got this new job after being unemployed for some 3 years, so calling in was not an option.)
I got home as soon as I could and while nursing a hangover, nursed my poor boy through his seizures. They were roughly about three hours apart, so I'd try to slip in a cat nap here or there on the couch, with one ear open, and that worked until we could get him to the vet in the morning.
Our normal vet was closed, so after a call to mom I went to the emergency vet clinic (Where it's $100 just to walk in the door) the vet there gave us more antibiotics and a recommendation to keep a firm eye on him until they kicked in.
I stayed up until my brother got home at around 1 in the afternoon. His seizures were getting a bit closer together, but I wasn't worried, they'd flex from one to three hours apart. It was when I laid down for a quick nap did things get worse. He had two within 2 hours, which was a bit worrying, and he was hot. Really hot, his nose and ears and the pads of his paws were burning up so we gave him an asprin in hopes of lowering his fever.
At nine o'clock was when we decided we had a serious problem. The fits were getting closer and closer, and when he'd had three in one hour did we make the decision to push through the money issues and go back to the emergency clinic. I had my brother crammed in back to hold him in case he started to seize. He made it into the parking lot, and in the time I ran in to ask if they had a gourney he started to have another episode.
I knew then I wouldn't like the vet tech. He didn't wait for Buddy to stop seizing before he started to move him out of the back seat. I had a hold of him, he wasn't hurting me, and he wasn't going anywhere, and even though I begged him to let him stay until he was done with his fit, they hauled him out and started pushing forms in my face. Between calling my mom to get everything worked out as far as what she wanted to do, I had to watch him get wheeled away in the sheet my brother and I had wrapped him in.
We spent two hours in the waiting room. Once they found out I wasn't the actual owner of the dog, they didn't want to talk to me, just gave me sheets for my mom's records and asking information that I'd already provided. (I'd made a log of the dates and times of his fits, and taken a video. The tech walked out and read it to me. I said "And?" "Oh I was just noticing how they were getting closer and closer together." No ****. That's why we're here.)
Finally my mom called me telling me they were keeping him overnight. She'd talked to the vet, worked out treatments, but nobody had came to me and my brother waiting helplessly in the waiting room. I told the nurses I wasn't leaving until I talked to the vet myself, and while I knew it may not happen, asked to see him before we left.
We waited another half hour in the exam room before the vet came in and gave me summery of what had went on. They preformed critical care, gave him IV fluids, and some anti-seizure medication. She wanted to draw blood and had already confirmed it with my mom to do so.
I was uneasy, but understanding, but when I asked to see him she claimed they were extremely busy and he was sleeping anyway. I couldn't help but feel upset and angry. That's my boy. I've been by his side for the last 24 hours walking him through this, and I can't say goodbye? Apparently not. My concerns were dismissed and she left both me and my brother feeling sad and frustrated.
I know everything was done right, but I'm hurt, and with all the time people spend bragging about their animals nobody seems to care about a sick one.
I don't care if this gets thumbs, hell I don't care if it sits in newest uploads, I just wanted to spill a bit, when I'm sad I look to FJ for my laughs, and this is how I can feel better.
Thank you to anyone who reads,
tl;dr: My dog's sick and I'm sad