Life With Sharon, or, How Much Can a Dog Take?
March 2nd 2013 7:38 pm
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When you're an old guy, sometimes you have trouble peeing. Sorry if that offends you, but it's just a fact of life; hey, guys - am I right? So the vet, after making sure the bladder stones hadn't come back, gave Mom some pills that were supposed to help. I'll spare you all the graphic details and medical terms, but it was a kind of tranquilizer. Well, I was as tranquilized as a wet noodle for three days. Mom was scared to death, because she couldn't wake me up. My eyes were unfocused and my tongue was hanging out. She tried to rouse me with the smell of a pill pocket which I kind of tried to eat without opening my eyes, but I couldn't make my mouth work so I just licked the blanket. I spent two days at the vet with a needle stuck in my leg and fluid dripping into me. Mom brought me home at night and slept with me so she could check to make sure I was still breathing during the night. When she got up in the morning I still was a limp noodle so back we went for another round of fluids. I'm at home now and I'm still a little sleepier than usual but wa-a-y better than I was. Gettin' old is not for the faint of heart.