Please Pray For Mike

Last night, Mike had a bit of labored breathing when we went to bed. It didn't sound as bad as it was last time, so I wasn't overly concerned... thought it could have been from being too warm in the bedroom, so I opened a window a bit. It seemed to help.

At 1:45 I heard him... he had vomited up bile. I comforted him and gave him a pepcid. At 4:13 and then again at 6 he did it again. My poor boy is starting to fail. I was up all night watching him and listening to him sleep. He didn't have a problem going back to sleep... but I did.

He woke up extremely hungry and acted fine, so I fed him, gave him a pepcid and put off calling the vet. A little while ago, I let him out. He's been a bit constipated the last couple of days but has still been able to pass some so that wasn't really a concern (I've given him some pumpkin to help him.. hoping that works). When he came in, he vomited bile again... no solid... just bile. I called the vet. Dr. Amy is there today. She said, "it's not a good sign", but there's nothing that can be done for him now. She said I could bring him in, but there is nothing she can do for him anyway. She said she will leave some anti-nausea meds at the front desk for me, but she also said, she wasn't sure if it would do any better than the pepcid does... so what's the use.

I look at him, and he looks so very sad. I'm thinking we're getting so close to the end... I don't want to believe this or even think of it... but it's happening. We were having such a wonderful time this past week or so when everything seemed so right. Maybe I jinxed it by marveling at his progress.

I'm going to sit with him now.. Please pray for him.