I MISS MY BOY!!!
I would have written sooner, but no sooner did Gidget get better... I was down for the count. I slept almost constantly for the past three days. It was horrible... in bed by 8:30, sleep all night, get up and go back to bed within an hour or two. I managed to work an hour on Friday, but that was all I could do. Yesterday, I had a low fever, and of course slept all day and went to bed at 8:00 pm. THANK GOD I woke up feeling decent this morning at 7:00 am. So now it's almost 10 1/2 hours, and I'm still awake (pretty much... I'm fighting a nap), so this is a milestone for me.
Gidget is doing great. She is back to eating, playing, barking (of course barking) and just being a love. She was so good when I was sleeping so much. She actually slept with me and stayed quiet for the most part (except Friday afternoon when she barked almost constantly at anything or anyone making their presence known in her line of sight). I was so tired though that even her barking didn't bother me.
She's on Clavamox drops, Baytril and Denemaran. So far, so good. From what JoAnne and the others seem to believe, her problems did stem from the lawn treatment. JoAnne came over Friday and took blood. Her liver values are much closer to normal now, and the Lepto test will be back either tomorrow or Tuesday, but we're expecting that it will be fine. After that test is completed, I'm going to get letters from all three vets with their opinion as to whether the lawn treatment was to blame, and then I'm going after the company. Even though there is pet insurance, they don't pay the entire amount, and I don't think I should get stuck with that bill. Also, I'm going to go for pain and suffering. A number of people have told me that they believe by being sick the last three, four (actually five days since it started) were due to the stress I was under when I thought I was going to lose her. I believe their right. I've never pulled a Rip Van Winkle like I have the last few days, and I think the fever on the last day was just my body saying WHOA!
This morning, Gidge and I were outside while I had my coffee (before it got really hot out). It was a beautiful morning. Then I noticed... my White Westie had orange legs. The grass was damp from the dew still, but I couldn't figure out why her legs were so orange. I couldn't imagine anyone had sprayed anything around the patio so soon after this last calamity. And then I "think" I figured it out. Although I don't see any ragweed around, somehow the lawn must have been dusted with pollen. I don't have any allergies to that stuff, but if I did, I probably would have been pretty miserable. It was pretty much confirmed as to what it was when I brought her in and put her in the laundry tub.... it rinsed right off, and my orange dog was white again. How weird.
Today is four months since my boy had to leave me. April 16th at 1:30 pm. It seems like four years have past, and yet it's only four months. Why does time seem to go so fast at times, and yet when you look back at something like losing your best friend, you say "only". Four months is a long time without my Mike.... there's no "only" about it. I miss him so much every day. I'm learning to live without his being right next to me, but I'll never get use to it. There are still so many times at night when I wake up that I think I see him in the hallway, or when I go in to the bathroom... I'm careful not to step on him (he'd go sleep on the floor in there if he was warm because it was cooler). No, I'll never get use to not having my buddy, my pal, my friend, my love with me. His sister is a comfort (most of the time), but she can never be another Mike. He was the most special guy ever... so loving, calm, lay back, gentle... I just miss him so much.... I want him back!!!
Blogger Wiskers said...
Hey I had a feeling it would be ok...Hey wait a minute...I know....she faked it all so she could get back into the BIG BED! Jusk kidding...glad she's going to be ok. Take care.
August 12, 2009 8:57 PM
Hey Wiskers... Yea.. for awhile there I was thinking she faked the whole thing so I would spoil her rotten. Well.. fake or not... it worked. I now have the most spoiled Westie in the world. This morning she actually refused to eat her oatmeal unless I fed it to her off the spoon... how do ya like that? I gave her two spoons full and then left it for her. She didn't eat it, but I told her... eat it or starve, I am NOT feeding you. LOL
Thanks everyone for keeping up with this. It really helps knowing you are all out there checking in. I checked the stats and was surprised and very touched to see that this blog has gotten so many hits every day since this all started. It's awesome to have friends like all of you.
Love, Hugs & Belly Rubs
Joanna, Angel Mike & Gidget