Big Adventures of a Miniaturized Dog
February 22nd 2013 4:22 pm
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So, mom has been really good at keeping my early stage kidney disease under control. I've been healthy eating a renal diet for some time now. Although, I've been having some intestinal issues lately. I'll spare the gruesome details, but I haven't been so regular, if you catch my drift. I've also had some knarly burps, bordering on tasting something from down below. Mom was really busy with Zane's illness, so I just kept my burps to myself, and let her attend to Zane. I gobbled up my food as normal, had my anxiety episodes, you know, kept things unsuspicious. But, Zane passed away, and mom began to notice that I was feeling a bit on the thin side myself. I was also getting bitey when my tummy was touched. Mom took me in and had her friends poke me with needles to get my blood. She thought maybe my kidney disease was progressing. I had to have a muzzle this time because I've been "snippy and acting painful." Of all the indignities! She weighed me and her jaw dropped. I am only 4.6 pounds. The blood test showed that my kidneys are ok, but one of my proteins is low. So, 12 hour fast, more blood for a GI panel, and a test called TLI was off the charts high! I have full-blown pancreatitis. Mom has to give me pancreatic enzymes everyday, which has helped my poops, but my burping and stomach gurgling still persist. Last night was extra tough. I threw up on the bed. Mom seemed upset at first, but cleaned it and gave me a hug. She kept me close all night and was happy that I was feeling better this morning. I don't know what I'd do without my mom. She loves me.