Fudge
didn’t get any better overnight. I decided to let him be, and I
tried to sleep. At 5am I couldn’t leave him any more so I went to
see him. I couldn’t find him. Eventually I found him – he’d
made a nest under a table and was looking very sorry for himself.
Leaving
him with ‘er indoors TM took my car to the
garage to be with them when they opened at 8am. In March when I had
the service done they advised I should have the brakes checked in
September. So today they checked the brakes; or to be precise they
checked what was left of them.
They
had a gap in their schedule and suggested they did the fix-it there
and then. They even offered me a lift home. So I left the car with
them and came home.
My
dog looked ill when I came home, so I took him to the vets to be with
them when they opened at 9am. Perhaps I’m just getting old - the
vet looked so young. But to his credit he was wonderful with Furry
Face TM
and gave him a once over. The vet found what I had found; that
Fudge’s tummy was rock hard. It was possible that he has
pancreatitis, but more likely that he’s eaten something that he
shouldn’t have. The vet then explained the next steps in great
detail, but I can’t remember all that he said. The bottom line was
that Fudge was to spend the day in dog hospital where he would have
blood tests, ultrasounds and X rays together with antibiotics and
intravenous fluids.
I
don’t think anyone saw me blubbing as I walked out of the vets.
This is *exactly*
why I never wanted a dog.
I
then effectively wasted much of the rest of the day. With no dog by
my side I didn’t want to go for a walk; and I had to wait for the
garage to call to let me know when my car would be ready. They had
told me it would be two hours; it was three. But to their credit they
sent someone to give me a lift so I could collect the car. Over two
hundred and fifty pounds later I was driving away.
I
needed some campden tablets, and as I was in the area I popped round
to the home brew shop. Whilst passing I had a look for that geocache
I failed to find on Wednesday. Today I found it in less than a
minute. Some days I can see the things; other days I can’t.
With
heavy rain having set in I went back to the computer. On-line
dinosaur lectures, Candy Crush Saga, and Facebook for the afternoon.
I
saw something on Facebook which really boiled my piss. Kent Police
posted something on their official page about catching dangerous
drivers. In the comments on this posting various people gave them
examples of other places where dangerous driving is rife. I myself
cited the traffic along the A28 every morning at about 7am. Kent
police responded with a wonderful line: “Police staff manage
this page so we cannot take reports of crime or record specific local
issue”.
So
police openly admit they cannot do the job they are paid to do….
My phone rang - it was
the vets. I could collect "Furry Face TM"
at 6.15pm. The vet said loads more, but I couldn't take it in.
I was better when I
actually went to the vet's. Fudge has had various blood tests that
have ruled out problems with kidneys, liver, pancreas or any other
organ system. The X-rays and ultrasounds showed nothing bunging him
up. The vet was honest - he could find nothing amiss, He suspected
that somehow the silly pup has poisoned himself. He often eats grass
when he's out - it's possible he's taken in some insecticide or weed
killer or something.
The pup's tummy is now
nowhere near as hard as it was earlier, and his ears aren't as low
down as they were. He's home for the night, laying on the sofa
looking as pissed as a rat. I'm told this is the after-effects of teh
pain killers and anaesthetics. He has a shaved tummy where the
ultrasounds was done. He has some special tea for later, and an
appointment back with the vet at 9am tomorrow...
So
far this has cost six hundred quid.. In years gone by I would have
blithely told others in the same position that I would have had the
animal put down. Now I’m just thinking that it would be nice if the
insurance covers the cost, but if it does, that would just be an
added bonus to getting my dog back.
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