NOT REALLY GREAT NEWS.
so i haven't posted on here as often as i had planned after "committing" to the 30 day challenge that Fizzy posed.
for the past 18 days, Giggledog has not been well. started out with the skitters... then it was lack of appetite. took her to the vet, he gave Albon as a med and we kept an eye on Beri (giggledog)
a week went by and she still wasn't eating. so I took her back to the vet who put her on antibiotics and said that her teeth & gums were really infected and that she also has an epulis (which is a tumor) inside her mouth that is affecting how/what she eats.
so after a day or so on the antibiotic liquid (i had to use a syringe to get it down her throat) Beri started to eat a little bit and have a little spring back in her step. she was able to eat liverwust. it's soft.
then she stopped eating. even the soft stuff. nothing.
when she drinks water i've noticed that she's using the side of the bowl to try and get the water in her mouth and that most is going onto the floor - never was like that before.
anyway... today is day 18 of her being ill and I can tell she's lost more weight - she MUST be down to 6 pounds (that's what i'm guessing. maybe she's at 8 but that's being generous) --- i can feel her ribs and spine and she's just exhausted and sleeping 98% of the day - her norm was only 88%) and she's just listless.
tomorrow might be the most difficult day for me since August 25th, 2003 when I had to take Archie to the vet to have him put to sleep.
Beri is 14 years old. I know that, yeah, we could have the vet take out all of her teeth, but, there's a high probability that she would not even make it out of the anesthesia since she's so small and her age is up there.
and if she did... what kind of life is that for a dog? she's a tiny yorkie and wouldn't have teeth? it's not like she's a giant of a dog with strong gums to chaw on stuff.
yes... this is the part of the post where i am trying to tell myself it's for the best if I take her and have her put to sleep.
I keep telling myself about "Rainbow Bridge" and that Archie is up there waiting for her.
Also waiting is Doodles her predecessor --- my Yorkie that I had from age 10 till 1994. When she had congestive heart failure and I had to take her to the vet and make THE decision.
George my white cat died in my arms after having 76 mini-strokes late late at night in 1993 --- didn't have time to call the vet.
Puds - aka Puddy Tat - my cat that I had from my first Easter until I was 19. She wound up getting cancer and gigglemom had to take her to the vet.
Dawn - gigglemom's Sheltie who was 12 and had to be put down when I was 5
and Buck... my beloved Golden Retriever who used to steal my baby bottles --- who, after months of our old neighbour's kids setting off firecrackers in his pen when we weren't home, got scared out of his mind on July 4th, 1980 and dug out of the pool area (because the dog pen was being cleaned) and he ran onto highway 35 near Thurber's Fish Market and was hit by a car --- and a police officer shot him because he was in so much pain... I didn't find out that Buck had died until I got back from the Wall Fair and ran to the pool area for my dog and I turned around to see my uncle and my cousin carrying a very large black garbage back to the back yard. First time I'd ever seen my dad cry... it was that night that life began to unravel.
I know. that sounds harsh. but it was.
anyway... tomorrow, I fear, is going to be about Beri. my giggledog... my Blueberi Buckle...
I'll keep folks updated.