peramangkelder
Well-known Member
- Location
- Fleurieu Peninsula South Australia
Hope it's nothing serious.......Millie......you're gorgeous......Get well soon, Millie.View attachment 116897
Our little 12 year old furkid Millie is not well today
I hate it when she is unwell because she has given us nothing but love her whole life
Millie took a real turn for the worse 2 days ago
My huz and I thought we were going to lose her....and I did NOT want to think about that....too hard....way too hard
She could keep nothing down and was vomiting and had constant diarrhoea
We had tried all our home remedies....Millie has had digestive problems most of her life so we can usually 'fix' it....not this time
She was just standing so still unable to move and obviously in lots of pain
Eventually huz scooped her up and went to her Vet....they were gone a long time....a very long time....Covid precautions
However the Vet gave Millie an injection for acute vomiting and she just went to sleep when she got back home
We gave Millie a small amount for her evening meal with some of our canned ham on it which she enjoys....and she ate it all
Millie has been recuperating slowly but surely and huz and I are ecstatic about that
We do realise we will 'lose' her one day....but today was not that day....thankfully
There needs to be a "bawling my eyes out" emoticon.I'm sorry....I've posted this story too many times
Those that have read this too many times, please forgive me, and scroll on
But, the comments in this thread brings back too many fond memories
My First Friend is still with me....after many decades;
Iāll Never Forget My First Friend
I was three.
He was a few months.
Neither of us had much to play withā¦.but each other.
View attachment 116532
We never lacked.
Heād look up at me with complete unwavering trust.
Trying to read my face.
Ears perked up when I spoke.
Wherever I went, he followed.
He rapidly grew, and soon we were face high to each other.
Weād roam the patch of woods up the hill from our place, him guarding my every step, sometimes blocking my way when I got too close to the cliff edge. I didnāt know it at the time.
Iād take my naps nestled into his chest.
Heād lie there, never moving a muscle.
As I grew to boyhood, he remained a part of me, my shadow.
Weād wrestleā¦.heād let me win.
Weād hunt.
Weād fish.
Not that he took part.
He was no hunting dog.
Just my companion.
Weād share lunch.
Heād listen to my every word, as we sat on the creek bank.
Years passed.
I got very busy, but not so busy that we wouldnāt still roam the woods every so often, even though he had a bit of a time keeping up.
The day came when he just didnāt get up.
I was sixteen.
Mom told me to take him in to the vet.
āHeāll be able to fix him up.ā
I gathered him up and laid him in the passengerās seat of the pickup, right beside me, and we had one of our conversations while I drove the twenty miles.
It had been awhile.
Too long actually.
I sat on the stool beside the exam table, while the vet did his thing.
Once again my best friend and I were face high to each other.
The vet was talking with my mom.
He handed me the phone.
It was time.
He had to be put to sleep.
OK, I brought him in to get fixed up, and now heās going to be put downā¦.just like that.
I was told I had to leave the room.
Like hell.
The vet didā¦..something. I donāt recall.
I held my best friendās face with both hands.
His ears perked up as we had what would be our last conversation, telling him the reality.
Then I just cradled his head, holding it to my chest, not moving a muscle until, feeling his last breath against my heart, he went to sleep.
Even though the wipers were going, I had a hard time seeing through the rain drops on the way back home.
ā¦ā¦..Iāll never forget my first friend
A bit of a poem I cobbled together (I'm no poet) goes with my little story;
Animals are so much stronger than we humans. If only they could talk and tell us where it hurts.Thank you Millie is a little better today....animals have amazing recuperative powers
@Butterfly it has been a week now since we honestly thought we would 'lose' MillieHow is Millie doing today? My Labrador retriever Jezebel (RIP) had digestive issues most of her life, too. I gather it was the doggie equivalent of irritable bowel syndrome and my vet was able to keep in pretty much in control once she figured out what it was. She's (the dog) been gone about 30 years now and vets have much better medicines available now than they did then. Bonnie (RIP), pit bull mix, had gastric issues and one of the new veterinary medicines cleared it up quickly and then she went on a small maintenance dose and had no further problems. The vet said that Bonnie's problems may have originated because she had been neglected and abused and fed a very poor and inadequate diet before I adopted her at age about 7-3/4. She went on to have a much-loved, happy and pampered retirement before she passed at age about 13. She was the sweetest dog, and I SO loved her.
I hope Millie will stay well for a long, long time.@Butterfly it has been a week now since we honestly thought we would 'lose' Millie
She is so much better and almost back to her old self again
Millie has always had digestive problems since she first came to us at 8 weeks of age
We always have to choose her food carefully and she has her favourites which we tend to stick too
We give her OTC medication should the need arise but this last bout of illness was the worst one
A few weeks prior she had a nasty bladder infection and was passing blood and the Vet thought the 2 illnesses were connected
I hate to see her ill and or in pain because she has never given us anything but Love her whole life
I hope Millie is with us many more years yet