The first creation of blogging with my furry friends. We want you to know how much GOD loves you and how very special you are to HIM! We look foward to many days of blogging with you.
Andrea and "The Perdue Zoo"

Saturday, August 24, 2013

SICK, Tired, and CRANKY!


















On Monday, Mom and Dad took me on a furry adventure. We love the mountains and as you can see in the picture above we had a great time. On Tuesday, I became tired. On Wednesday, I wasn't quite myself. By Thursday morning I stopped eating, refused to talk, and wouldn't move around. Mom had to "drag" my 125 pound butt to the car. I tried to tell her the same thing she tells Dad when she is very sick, "I"m too sick to go to the doctor/hospital," but she refused to listen to me. She was determined to take me despite my protest.

Upon arrival at my favorite doggie doctors office, Town and Country (Chesterfield, Va.) it was obvious I was extremely ill. I normally stroll through the door announcing my arrival in my native language (Malamute) and some of the staff answer appropriately. One of their staff members, Ms. Nancy actually speaks Malamute quite well. I felt too bad to talk.

Mom said, "I've never seen him so apathetic" and the doctors and staff agreed.

I'm not sure, but I think apathetic means I don't care. If so, they were right. I feel too bad to care or too talk. I tried to tell mom I was too sick to go to the doctor.

Dr. Loehr examined me and quickly determined I needed to go to a special doggie hospital about 45 minutes away and I needed to go there immediately. I was loaded back into Mom's car and the staff at VRCC was waiting when we arrived. They took me straight back and would NOT let Mom go with me. For the first time ever, I was too sick to care if Mom went or not. I just wanted to lay down and be left alone.

Dr. Clare began a series of tests to try and figure out what is going on with me. Quickly, she found my liver and spleen were enlarged. Dr. Loehr  had sent extra blood he drew and let them know my hematocrit was 18 (very low).

Dr. Clare began my first blood transfusion and IV fluids. Since, I've had another blood transfusion and finally after two days in Critical Care I ate about 1/4 can of wet food off of Dr. Clare's hand. I am NOT a happy camper. I do not like being sick and I do not like being in critical care away from my humans.

On Friday morning, Dr. Clare said I had a disease called, "Anaplasma." It's a tick-born disease and rare in our area. I said, "that's not possible. My parents always use preventative medicine to keep the ticks and fleas off my body." Dr. Clare said, "those little parasites have found ways to get past the drugs."

So, some nasty, ugly little tick bit me and made me terribly sick. That's just wrong. Why would a little bug want to be so mean? I haven't done anything to him. Mom says, "life is not fair and it is often hard." I guess this is what she was talking about.

Yes, I am cranky. Did I mention I do NOT like this place. Don't get me wrong, Dr. Clare is really cute and sweet and there are some nice humans roaming around, but none of them are my Mama. They normally allow Mom's and Dad's to visit, but I have a history of very large malamute temper tantrums when I don't get my way and it's time for my Mom to leave. So, Dr. Clare and Mom have decided Mom can't see me for now.

I hate to admit it, but Mom and Dr. Clare are right. I would not be able to help myself. If Mom visits and leaves without me I would not be able to handle it. I would have what Mom calls, "a melt down!" I have a few psychological issues and I'm not afraid to admit it. Mom has tried desperately to convince me to trust God and keep my focus on him, but my vision gets cloudy when I can't stay close to Mom. I guess you could say, "she's my security blanket." I know, I know, only God is suppose to be "my security blanket," but it's really, really, really hard sometimes. I don't want to melt down, but sometimes it just happens.

If you are wondering how I am writing this article, just know I have my ways. Today, I'm not concerning myself with grammar or other picky stuff. I'm fighting for my life and trusting God to bring Mom and Dad to get me out of here and back home.

Thank you for all your prayers, love, and encouragement.

Trying to Woof and Wag,

Sitka

14 comments:

Beth E. said...

Praying for you, Sitka...praying for your mom and dad, too!

Unknown said...

Brings tears to my eyes, Andrea ... Sitka, lifting you in prayer.
Big woof-woof's ~
Marydon

Buttercup said...

Dear Sitka, so glad to see you blogging! And so glad you're feeling better. Hugs and woof-woof to you!

The Ladies of Beaglebratz Manor said...

Oh dear Sitka - we Beaglebratz r sooo furry much happee tue hear frum u BUTT not fer this reazon. We Beaglebratz'n our mom r sendin'u sum POTP an'prayerz tue fer u tue git all better REAL fast so u can git bak home tue your mom'n dad.
Shiloh'n Diva Shasta

Mom Kim to Sitka's mom and dad- praying that God will hold you both tightly in His hands and give you a little more comfort during this time away from your beloved Sitka.

Mevely317 said...

Sweet Sitka, we all love you so much and continue to hold you and your mom n' dad in our prayers. Stay strong, and look forward to being home in your mom's arms real soon!

Denise said...

Sitka, you are so precious to me, and to God. I am heart sick for all you are going through. I love you. Sending you giant hugs, and many prayers.

Angels Amber and Max DaWeenie and Mom said...

Hi Sitka...My name is Amber and I'm a weenie dog. So is brudder Max (DaOdderWeenie). Shiloh and Shasta sent us over. What a mean little bug, biting you like that. We have 40 paws in our house and our entire pack is keeping their paws crossed that you get better real soon so Mom and Dad can take you home.

PawHugs from our Pack
And Mom too!

♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥ said...

We too came from the Beaglebratz. Sitka, we are so sorry you got bit by that nasty tick. We hope the doctors can make you all better very soon. We just lost our brother Thunder. At first the vets thought he might has a tick disease, but it was actually much worse. Take care and be sure to do what the doctor says.

Hugs and Woos - Phantom, Ciara, and Lightning

KB said...

Hi Sitka. My friends at Beaglebratz sent me over, and I'm so glad to meet you. I am sending you all the POTP that we can muster. That's a nasty disease but it sounds like you are fighting well. Hang in there. Lots of peeps and their dogs are thinking of you.

Unknown said...

Praying for you, Sitka. Our paws and fingers are crosse very tight.
Best wishes Molly

Ruby said...

Oh Sitka, the BeagleBratz told us you weren't feelin' well. I'm sorry that nasty tick bit you and made you ill!
I will keep my paws crossed real tight for you that you gets better and out of the hospital real soon!!
{{{hugs}}} to your Moms!!
Kisses,
Ruby ♥

Mary Moss said...

Praying for a full recovery! Holding your mom and dad in prayer as well!

Andrea said...

UPDATE:

Sitka is stable and still at VRCC in critical care. He may be able to come home today. If so, we will continue his treatment here with daily visits to have his hematocrit checked for at least a few days. Dr. Clare has advised us it will take a good while for a full recovery, but she expects he will make it if he continues to slowly, but steadily improve. THANK YOU so much for your continued prayers. GOD BLESS YOU!
Andrea (Sitka's mom)

Unknown said...

Sitka this is my first time here, but please know that you are in my thoughts. Please stay strong, and get well soon. <3