Doggie Drama
So, I can't believe I haven't written about this yet on here, but Kingston has been really sick for the last 2 weeks. It all started on Thanksgiving when I was at Brie's parents house and he started to pee blood. I rushed him to the local La Verne emergency vet, where the doctor was stumped and thought that he MAY have bladder stones. Awesome.
So I went to my local vet the next day, they did some more xrays, same reaction. I had to go immediately to this other emergency vet in West LA to get an ultrasound, which I was told would clear everything up.
Nope.
The fact that his bladder had been so messed with throughout the last 24 hours (urine samples, catheters, and air being injected in his bladder to try and get a contrast on the xrays) made the ultrasound impossible to read correctly. Sooooo, I had to wait a few days and go back for another round.
So I go back, the doctor is concerned that he may have two types of stones, one of which could be caused by a congenital disorder with his liver. He was scheduled for surgery the next day at this point, but they decided that he needed some special blood test instead to see what was going on with his liver. Okay, surgery will wait. Fine. I just want him to feel better, because at this point he isn't eating anymore and looks miserable.
I take him to my vet the next day to drop him off for this blood test, only to get a call about an hour later from the doctor saying that he isn't doing well and that surgery needs to happen today.
Who is a wreck for a good 10 hours? That'd be me. At this point I've been so stressed out over him that I hadn't been sleeping anyway, so that was great.
I get a call later in the day saying that he did great and that there were a LOT of stones... 40 or so.... which is ridiculous. I guess some had moved to the urethra and he said that we were really lucky that none had blocked him up, which would have resulted in a risky emergency surgery (btw he only weighs 3.13lbs... it complicates things a little bit). Then I'm told that he needs to stay until either later Sunday or early Monday, but that I could come in and visit him on Saturday.
I did. Oh my god it was so heartbreaking. I went in and he was all drugged up and hooked up to and IV in his little leg. He recognized me immediately and kept trying to jump into my arms, but the best he could do was paw my hand since he was so weak. His muzzle was all puffy and he had the biggest puppy dog eyes that I've ever seen. Then I leaned in to say hi and give him a kiss on the head, but on my way in he kissed me right on the tip of my nose (read: MELT). So, I petted him for a while until he looked really relaxed and started to fall asleep. Then I left and he looked upset and started to cry a little....
I got into my car and totally lost it. Soooo upsetting to see. At least he is getting better. I am going to pick him up from the vet in about an hour. I'm so excited. I miss my little guy.
So I went to my local vet the next day, they did some more xrays, same reaction. I had to go immediately to this other emergency vet in West LA to get an ultrasound, which I was told would clear everything up.
Nope.
The fact that his bladder had been so messed with throughout the last 24 hours (urine samples, catheters, and air being injected in his bladder to try and get a contrast on the xrays) made the ultrasound impossible to read correctly. Sooooo, I had to wait a few days and go back for another round.
So I go back, the doctor is concerned that he may have two types of stones, one of which could be caused by a congenital disorder with his liver. He was scheduled for surgery the next day at this point, but they decided that he needed some special blood test instead to see what was going on with his liver. Okay, surgery will wait. Fine. I just want him to feel better, because at this point he isn't eating anymore and looks miserable.
I take him to my vet the next day to drop him off for this blood test, only to get a call about an hour later from the doctor saying that he isn't doing well and that surgery needs to happen today.
Who is a wreck for a good 10 hours? That'd be me. At this point I've been so stressed out over him that I hadn't been sleeping anyway, so that was great.
I get a call later in the day saying that he did great and that there were a LOT of stones... 40 or so.... which is ridiculous. I guess some had moved to the urethra and he said that we were really lucky that none had blocked him up, which would have resulted in a risky emergency surgery (btw he only weighs 3.13lbs... it complicates things a little bit). Then I'm told that he needs to stay until either later Sunday or early Monday, but that I could come in and visit him on Saturday.
I did. Oh my god it was so heartbreaking. I went in and he was all drugged up and hooked up to and IV in his little leg. He recognized me immediately and kept trying to jump into my arms, but the best he could do was paw my hand since he was so weak. His muzzle was all puffy and he had the biggest puppy dog eyes that I've ever seen. Then I leaned in to say hi and give him a kiss on the head, but on my way in he kissed me right on the tip of my nose (read: MELT). So, I petted him for a while until he looked really relaxed and started to fall asleep. Then I left and he looked upset and started to cry a little....
I got into my car and totally lost it. Soooo upsetting to see. At least he is getting better. I am going to pick him up from the vet in about an hour. I'm so excited. I miss my little guy.