Around 2am Sunday morning (just four hours after my mono diagnosis), Gina woke me up. While checking on the girls she noticed a faint streak of blood on the carpet. She had taken a look at Casey and noticed his behind was bleeding.
After some analysis we figured out it was one of his anal glands. It had ruptured and he was in a lot of pain. After some deliberation, I slept on the couch and we put him in the bathroom within eye shot of me. We'd re-evaluate in the morning as it wasn't a life threatening injury.
In the morning it was still bleeding and looked even worse. Even though we knew the price tag was going to be substantial (it's nearly $100 just to be seen), both Gina and I decided it was best if we brought him to urgent care. Just before 10am I left with him for the vet. Not only was Gina's sick husband and bleeding dog walking out the door...she was just an hour away from hosting 20-30 family and friends at 11am for her sister Beth's baby shower.
The pup and I waited three hours to see the vet (it was pretty ridiculous). He confirmed what we had expected. To fix the problem they would need to sedate him and perform a procedure to flush out the ruptured area. After getting an estimate, we decided it was in his best interest to do it. I left him there around 1:30. The procedure would be performed that afternoon.
When I got home, the baby shower was just wrapping up. Gina was told by many that it went very well (including Beth) even though she freely admits she does not remember much of it because of everything else going on.
After a few calls to the vet that afternoon, we were told that Casey would be ready to come home at 7pm. We were informed things went well and that he'd need to be placed on a couple of antibiotics.
When I picked him up, he did not even know who I was. He was still semi-sedated, couldn't stand up straight (he wavered like the wind was gently blowing him back and forth) and had a constant stream of drool coming from his mouth. It was so surreal. He seemed so different that it was like he wasn't even our dog.
After getting him settled down that night, he slept off the drugs and was close to the Casey of old (in terms of personallity) in the morning. I was off on Monday so I was able to spend some significant time with him. I think he appreciated someone being there since he was still in a lot of pain.
The pain is still there but things are improving every day.
Thankfully, they say he should be back to normal in the next 7-10 days.
So, there's part two of our weekend. I think you can see why it will not be looked back on it with much fondness in the future.
After some analysis we figured out it was one of his anal glands. It had ruptured and he was in a lot of pain. After some deliberation, I slept on the couch and we put him in the bathroom within eye shot of me. We'd re-evaluate in the morning as it wasn't a life threatening injury.
In the morning it was still bleeding and looked even worse. Even though we knew the price tag was going to be substantial (it's nearly $100 just to be seen), both Gina and I decided it was best if we brought him to urgent care. Just before 10am I left with him for the vet. Not only was Gina's sick husband and bleeding dog walking out the door...she was just an hour away from hosting 20-30 family and friends at 11am for her sister Beth's baby shower.
The pup and I waited three hours to see the vet (it was pretty ridiculous). He confirmed what we had expected. To fix the problem they would need to sedate him and perform a procedure to flush out the ruptured area. After getting an estimate, we decided it was in his best interest to do it. I left him there around 1:30. The procedure would be performed that afternoon.
When I got home, the baby shower was just wrapping up. Gina was told by many that it went very well (including Beth) even though she freely admits she does not remember much of it because of everything else going on.
After a few calls to the vet that afternoon, we were told that Casey would be ready to come home at 7pm. We were informed things went well and that he'd need to be placed on a couple of antibiotics.
When I picked him up, he did not even know who I was. He was still semi-sedated, couldn't stand up straight (he wavered like the wind was gently blowing him back and forth) and had a constant stream of drool coming from his mouth. It was so surreal. He seemed so different that it was like he wasn't even our dog.
After getting him settled down that night, he slept off the drugs and was close to the Casey of old (in terms of personallity) in the morning. I was off on Monday so I was able to spend some significant time with him. I think he appreciated someone being there since he was still in a lot of pain.
The pain is still there but things are improving every day.
Thankfully, they say he should be back to normal in the next 7-10 days.
So, there's part two of our weekend. I think you can see why it will not be looked back on it with much fondness in the future.
On a side note, Molly did buy me a blue raspberry slurpie on Sunday which made me smile.
ReplyDeleteThat's Gina's youngest sister right? I had no idea she was expecting! Congratulations. When is she due?
ReplyDeleteDarn tootin I did.
ReplyDeleteI rule!
Yes it is. Mid-January. They did not find out the gender so it's a surprise. The baby's room is going to be bumble bees.
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