We recently lost our beloved Starr, on October 18th, she was only 3 years old.
She was vomiting and refusing to eat and the vet gave us anti-nausea
meds, which didn't work. We went back the next day, and he gave us
liquid Tagamet, which seemed to be working, though she still wouldn't
eat. That day, I happened to look under my bed and found a chewed up
pencil. So back to the vet the next day, for a series of Barium
xrays, which showed that there was no digestive movement. He
scheduled her for surgery the following morning, and it went great,
she was doing fine, though weak and shaky. They called me to pick
her up. By the way, I had been giving her Nutrical the whole time she was sick, it's probably the only reason she hung on so long.
I had this terrible feeling that she wasn't doing well, but the vet
techs all assured me that she was perfectly fine to go home, to just
leave her in her bed so she could rest. So I did, she was in my
daughter's room, in her bed on the floor, and I was cooking supper
for the family. She never looked this bad after being spayed, or
after being attacked by a pit bull and needing surgery for that. My
girl was TOUGH! But I ignored my gut and listened to the vet. My
poor daughter (she's 11) screamed that Starr was making funny noises,
and my husband and I rushed into the room, and I picked her up. She
was not responding to me at all. We rushed her to the emergency vet
clinic (our regular vet was closed for the evening) where they
pronounced her DOA. She suffered so much, and my heart is broken.
When we got home, we buried her and prayed.
The next day, I went to dispose of her bed and discovered that it was
drenched in her blood, almost soaked through the foam
My poor
darling bled to death, and if I'd been sitting with her, maybe I
would have noticed it and gotten her help sooner. The guilt is
overwhelming me, and she was the center of the world to us.
I'm still having the worst time with this, as she was the light of my life,
and my very first dog. I never got to have a dog growing up, then we rented and weren't allowed dogs. The first thing we did when we closed on our house was to find a furbaby to love. GOD, I miss her so much I can't stand it.
Anyway, my husband thought that getting another puppy immediately
would help heal our hearts a little, so he drug me to a puppy store,
where he insisted on purchasing this poor little thing that looked so
sad and ill
We almost lost her the second night we had her, she
had stopped eating and started vomiting, so back to the emergency
clinic we went, but this time they were able to help and they saved
her life. IV fluids and heat support overnight, ($730 later, eep!)
then to the pet store referred vet the next day. I thought for sure that we were cursed or something, to almost lose another baby would have sent me to the mental hospital or something.
Our little girl Luna is doing fantastic now and is full of pee and vinegar and eating like a champ! Turns out that the food they sent us home with was
expired by two months, no wonder she wouldn't eat! It smelled rancid upon closer inspection, wish we would have noticed it sooner
We still can't get her to eat any kibble (we got Eukanuba small breed puppy), unless it's softened and mixed with some wet food, but that's another post.
Anyway, that's our story, sorry it's so long. Our energy is going
toward keeping this puppy healthy and happy, and she is precious.
Thanks for listening. I know that all of you that are
owned by Yorkies can understand how heartbreaking it can be to lose
one, and so young too
We bought a nice pen to keep her safe when we can't watch her, so we
never have to go through this again, I hope and pray.
Below are pics of Starr and Luna. Thanks for a great place for Yorkie lovers, I wish I could have found you sooner!!!!!!!