The last week has been a difficult one in my furry world. As most of you know, last Thursday I was admitted to VRCC and placed in Critical Care. After a lot of tests it was determined I have a disease called Anaplasma. It is caused by a nasty little tick. I'd really like to call this monster tick worse names, but Mom want let me.
After two blood transfusions, IV fluids, and lots of medicine, I was allowed to come home on Monday. Dr. Clare gave Mom and Dad very specific instructions for my care and told them it would be a long recovery. She also gave them a stack of prescriptions.
On the way home Mom dropped Dad at Costco to get my medicine. While waiting, she drove me around with the air conditioner on full blast. I haven't been eating much and Mom is trying to make me eat. She is pretty tricky sometimes. Mom stopped at Chick-fil-A and bought chicken sandwiches. She always shares hers with me, but this time she got an extra one. I sniffed and licked the bite of chicken, but I really didn't feel like eating it, so I refused. Mom bent over and ate the bite I licked. I couldn't believe it. I've been really sick and now Mom is eating my special treat. I couldn't let her eat the rest of my sandwich. As mom tore the chicken into small bites and acted as if she were going to eat them, I took them and slowly each bite made its way to my tummy. It's probably the slowest meal I've ever eaten, but I ate it. Mom was very happy. That's when I realized she had tricked me. Most doggie parents will not eat our food if we lick it, but my humans are not normal. I'm thankful they love me enough to do anything within their power to help me.
I'm home and settled in. I am not moving very much. It's too much effort. Mom and Dad have placed dog beds all around, set up a box fan to blow on me, and turned the A/C down to keep me cool. They also put a big mattress in the middle of our family room floor so they could lay beside me. They took turns being awake during the night. Did I mention my parents are not normal? Mom has always said, "normal is over-rated" and now I get it. I sure am glad God gave me "not normal" parents.
Thank you to each one of you, canine and human for praying for me. Mom, Dad, and I can feel those prayers. Please continue to pray for me. I will try to gather the energy to keep you updated.
PRAISE: Today's hematocrit is 40!
Trying to woof and wag,
Sitka
3 comments:
All our feets are crossed for you sweetie. Glad you ate a little chicken.
Benny & Lily
So glad you are home Sitka. I love you very much. You are blessed with such wonderful loving, and caring parents. They are blessed to have you. Please take care, prayers continue for you.
Sitka, I know there is no finer place for you than at home with your mom & dad. What special pawrents they are-they love you so much. Praying that you will be back to yourself very soon.
Wags & Hugs,
Noreen
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