Thank you, everyone, for all your kind words and thoughts for Emmett. I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I am to see such positive comments headed his way! The whole situation was so stressful. It’s hard to see our pups so sick without knowing what’s wrong or how to fix it. But all your kind words, along with Cady’s wonderful parents who kept an eye on Lucas when we rushed Emmett to the vet, and Ann who watched Lucas and Cooper during yesterday’s vet dash… all that kindness helped us get through the stress of it all. Thank you.
We don’t know much more than yesterday: One of his liver enzymes is three times higher than it should be. We don’t know why, and we won’t know for another three weeks. They need to give his body time to process whatever’s in there. Thankfully, with the fluids, the medicine, and lots of rest, he’s no longer barfing, and he’s starting to look like his old self! The next steps are to feed him a prescription diet and then redo the blood test in three weeks. If he gets sick before then, of course, we’ll head back to our wonderful, caring vet.
Through it all, we put Emmett is a room separate from Lucas and Cooper. He wanted to be left alone to snuggle in his bed and sleep. Every few minutes, we’d check on him, and even though he had been throwing up all day and felt miserable, he gave his best attempt at a little tail wag every time we went into the room with him. Even though he was completely wrecked, my little guy still tried to make ME feel better. Tear.
**Anyone who doesn’t have a dog or anyone who’s even slightly squeamish, please quit reading now and have a fantastic weekend! To everyone else…
So the last two days have been the grossest of my life. I couldn’t clean up the barf fast enough, and – of course – I couldn’t keep a close eye on Cooper. So it felt like just about every time poor Emmett starting puking, Cooper had an accident. A roll of paper towels and a bottle of Nature’s Miracle later, I thought I had it all under control. I had come thisclose to a tear-fest, but I staved it off. Then poor Emmett rushed outside and had a very, very upset stomach (reaction to his special diet? stress? who knows?). Anyway, usually Cooper politely waits for the boys to finish going to the bathroom, then he pummels them, trying to start a game of chase. Emmett finished and started to walk back toward the house, and Cooper decided it was the perfect time to start playing. I tried to get there fast enough. I really tried. But Emmett was instantly hit with another upset-stomach moment… just as Cooper arrived to jump on him. Soooo Cooper had his first getting-hosed-off-in-the-backyard experience. Sigh. Somebody. Send help.