Well, we did make it back to the re-check. She survived and apparently thrived over the next several days. We put Sonny back on the exam table, rooting around in her blanket, trying to make a nest. Dr. E walks into the room and comments "look at that, she's acting like a real puppy now."
I took that as a sign of good things to come. It was the first positive affirmation from Dr. E that our puppy was behaving in a normal manner. And she had gained some weight. Things were looking up!
And that's the way Sonny's health has gone ever since. We are always re-assessing. Is she better or worse? How often is she regurgitating? Is she eating or not? Is her stomach making those gurgling sounds that indicate her intestinal tract is in an uproar? Is she licking an inordinate amount? Her paws? Her belly? Is she shaking her head and scratching at her ears? Does she have a fungal or yeast infection? Do we have the meds to try treating it ourselves, or do we need to take her in for yet another veterinary office visit?
It is always something.
Always.
When she was spayed, she pulled her stitches the first night and we had to take her to the emergency vet. Wonderful wonderful folks there, too. They stapled her right up.
Oh yeah, and she went deaf, too. Temporarily, thank goodness. But more on that later.
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