Baby 3

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Can life get any worse?
I’m in mental/emotional overload now. Currently on day 68? 70? of my cycle and finally gave in and started the pill. Lovely, with that comes the wonderful migraines.

Then Steve and I got into a huge fight over something stupid. (All’s good there now. We talked it out and kissed and made up.)

Then yesterday Steve says I think we have a problem. Well with my new schedule he does 99% of feeding the dogs and states that Daisy hasn’t eaten in 3 days even with the canned food. We took her to the vet in November and they felt she was under weight so we were plumping her up quite nicely with puppy food and wet food mixed. And Bam she stops eating. So this morning we get up and she didn’t move at all. I was literally scared to death to look in her crate for fear that she was gone. But nope still alive. So Steve goes to let her outside and she refused. Now both of us are really concerned. Steve calls the vet and we decided to take her in. Anyone want to guess where this is going to end up? Extreme kidney failure. Poor thing had nothing left. Her blood levels were all over the place and completely out of whack. So I had to make the hardest decision ever and we let her go. The vet said even with giving her all kinds of meds and hooking her up to an IV we’d be lucky to get another week and I just couldn’t stand the thought of her being in that much pain just to ease my mind. And now I can’t even find a good picture of her.

I just want things to be happy again. I want my sweet little puppy that slept at my feet and woke Steve by jumping on his chest back.