Thursday, October 26, 2017
I remember well when my children were young and they would get sick the feelings of anxiousness I would feel. I felt so helpless, especially when they were infants and couldn't tell me what they were feeling. It was an all consuming feeling and the tension my body felt was only relaxed when I saw real improvement in them.
Now we've had a few dogs and I loved them very much but I am shocked at the love and attachment that I feel for our 'Peaches' She came to us a year ago from a friend who was working crazy hours and she decided to do what was best for Peaches and find her home where she could get more attention. My husband and I are retired so she has attention 24 / 7 and walking her, playing with her, feeding her, sleeping with her takes up our day. She is our baby! (I remember thinking people were a little goofy when they said that) Last Thursday she refused to reach up to the ledge where I put her evening treats after her last walk of the day. Getting her treats is routine so it was a little surprising. Friday she yelped as she came up the front door step...by Sunday we could tell she was in some pain and late in the afternoon as she tried to run and greet my husband when he came home from the store her back legs just gave out.
We got her in to a vet on Monday and she has slipped discs, not uncommon for doxies or beagles and she is a mix of the two. She is on pain meds, which took us a while to figure out anything that she would take the meds in. Finally mixing in peanut butter is working, sort of. She is getting wise to us.
She has almost no appetite and even getting her to drink is hard. She will once in a while but not nearly enough. I'm reading every article I can find and we're trying a different brand of organic yogurt and I'll boil some chicken thighs to make a broth that might appeal to her.
My hubby has also gone to get her some anxiety meds from the vet to see if that will calm her enough to give her an appetite and let her rest more too.
Anyway, the reason I started this blog is to get out my own anxiety of watching my poor baby hurt. I can hardly think of anything else. When I have a minute or two that she isn't on my mind it almost surprises me. I love her so much and pray that her healing is beginning and soon we'll have our happy pup back. Thanks for reading....kath