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Originally Posted by yorkietalkjilly  Sounds like your vet should have referred you to a dermatologist long ago. It is a shame this poor baby has had months of this. I'll bet there are other YT'ers in your area that could recommend one if he won't. Good luck and your baby is in my prayers as itching can be almost as bad as pain due to the misery and stress of no relief. Keep us posted, please.
Also, I am so sorry you are going through so much yourself. It sounds like you truly have had a horrible time and have had about all you can take with your own health! And still, you are trying to get help for your baby. That is a true Yorkie mommie! God bless you and your husband and pup and hopefully YT prayers will help. Hugs from Tibbe and me!  |
it's funny and kind of you to mention condolances in terms of my "terminal condition" (MD quote) - I've made multiple mentions of the hell I'm going through (I itch more than the dog because of the vascular legions literally eating holes through my epidermis from head to toe - not even thinking about what this disease is eating UNDER the skin because all surgeons are too hesitant to cut...) yet everyone is kind of over-reacting to his pain...I gotta say in all honesty I'd trade my life for his in a heart beat - because besides itching he has the life... the reason I care so much is because since this brain tumor just *landed* on my pituitary my hormones both rocketed while others plumetted and a week after my honey moon at age 23 doctors were insisting I get a radical hysterectomy (which I didn't do, thank god...but I haven't menstruated since my honeymoon...I'm turning 26 April 11th...) my biggest dream - the only thing that got me through a very, very difficult emotional and physically traumatizing childhood (or lack-there-of...) was that I could CREATE (what my vision of) *UNCONDITIONAL LOVE* by creating a LIFE...and from age 8 until I was diagnosed I'd watch TLC's "A BABY STORY" back-to-back everyday and I couldn't wait to get pregnant...I never thought I'd get anyone to commit to loving me unless I physically gave them birth hence they'd *have to* love me out of gratitude... and then it was all gone ... then we got a yorkie and were bate-and-switched - the dog turned out to have canine epilepsy and after trying to kill us about 50-100 times in a complex partial seizure-like state we finally agreed with the vet that he be euthanized...and it took us over 2 years before we even SPOKE about getting another dog...now it just seems everything I touch turns to sh*t ...
