03-05-2024, 09:14 AM
Story time with Ravyn (which is also the nickname I use for online gaming, not just this character, lol).
A little over a year ago (mid-January last year) my two and a half year old Miniature Dachshund Cookie started throwing up on a Saturday morning. She kept being sick intermittently all through Saturday and Sunday. On Sunday night, she barely slept, mostly just feeling cold and shaking, so I stayed awake all night giving her cuddles and telling her everything was going to be ok. The vets opened at 8:30am, and I intended to walk her in the door at 8:30. However, at 8am, she died in my arms.
For months after I was paranoid the same thing was going to happen to my Patterdale, Jax. In truth, my paranoia didn't really calm down, let alone go away, until a month later when I got a new doggo, who ended up being two doggos. I contacted a breeder the week that Cookie died and inquired about puppies they had. Picked out an adorable miniature Dachshund who I intended to name Ororo. Shortly before I was due to go visit her for the first time, I found out another of her sisters wasn't yet adopted. Long story short, they were being picky with who they sold to as they didn't want to sell just to people who'd breed them and not have them as pets. So... I made the guy an offer, and ended up with TWO new fur babies. One "red" and tan, named Ororo, and one pure tan named Maya. The breeder said he knew I'd be good for them because I was crying when I told him about Cookie.
On Sunday night, Maya threw up. She was shaking. She continued throwing up on Monday morning, and my paranoia went THROUGH THE ROOF! I barely slept Sunday night, I just kept cuddling her telling her that I wouldn't let it happen to her. Yesterday, I took her down to the vets who gave her a thorough examination. There's an outside chance she might have pancreatitis, but it's more likely (given that she's not been sick again since) that she's either had a reaction to something or she's just got a very bad stomach. Either way, she got an injection, some medicine to take for three days, and has 2 weeks of special (and expensive) food. This is the same doggo who had an operation last month and needed 2 weeks of me stopping her running around like an idiot with the others so she didn't tear her stitches, not to mention the "I don't feel good" cuddles she seemed to need every 10 minutes.
Today, I woke up with a serious question to all parents of humans out there... HOW DO YOU DO IT?! How is it you're not terrified every time they go outside?!?! I swear, being a parent of a fur-baby is hard enough, but a human baby? I think I'd go insane with worry.
A little over a year ago (mid-January last year) my two and a half year old Miniature Dachshund Cookie started throwing up on a Saturday morning. She kept being sick intermittently all through Saturday and Sunday. On Sunday night, she barely slept, mostly just feeling cold and shaking, so I stayed awake all night giving her cuddles and telling her everything was going to be ok. The vets opened at 8:30am, and I intended to walk her in the door at 8:30. However, at 8am, she died in my arms.
For months after I was paranoid the same thing was going to happen to my Patterdale, Jax. In truth, my paranoia didn't really calm down, let alone go away, until a month later when I got a new doggo, who ended up being two doggos. I contacted a breeder the week that Cookie died and inquired about puppies they had. Picked out an adorable miniature Dachshund who I intended to name Ororo. Shortly before I was due to go visit her for the first time, I found out another of her sisters wasn't yet adopted. Long story short, they were being picky with who they sold to as they didn't want to sell just to people who'd breed them and not have them as pets. So... I made the guy an offer, and ended up with TWO new fur babies. One "red" and tan, named Ororo, and one pure tan named Maya. The breeder said he knew I'd be good for them because I was crying when I told him about Cookie.
On Sunday night, Maya threw up. She was shaking. She continued throwing up on Monday morning, and my paranoia went THROUGH THE ROOF! I barely slept Sunday night, I just kept cuddling her telling her that I wouldn't let it happen to her. Yesterday, I took her down to the vets who gave her a thorough examination. There's an outside chance she might have pancreatitis, but it's more likely (given that she's not been sick again since) that she's either had a reaction to something or she's just got a very bad stomach. Either way, she got an injection, some medicine to take for three days, and has 2 weeks of special (and expensive) food. This is the same doggo who had an operation last month and needed 2 weeks of me stopping her running around like an idiot with the others so she didn't tear her stitches, not to mention the "I don't feel good" cuddles she seemed to need every 10 minutes.
Today, I woke up with a serious question to all parents of humans out there... HOW DO YOU DO IT?! How is it you're not terrified every time they go outside?!?! I swear, being a parent of a fur-baby is hard enough, but a human baby? I think I'd go insane with worry.
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