April 27th 2005 6:43 pm
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First, Maggie and her family send a big 'thank you!' and warm hug to everyone who inquired as to Maggie's welfare and sent their healing thoughts to her.
Second, our apologies for delaying the suspense. The last week and a half have been so draining, due to several long days of extreme worry followed by ecstatic joy; we're only just now getting back into our normal routines.
Maggie's last (and first) journal entry was last Wednesday, April 20th. So a full week has commenced and much has happened to our sweet Maggie during this past week.
Wednesday, April 20th:
Maggie was due to go BACK to the vet hospital that evening, due to her condition worsening from the day before. (The day before, the vet had diagnosed her with "age-related arthritis" and proceeded to prescribe a life-long program of Deramaxx.) If you read the previous journal entry, we steadfastly declined this protocol and, instead, started Maggie on enteric coated aspirin to ease her "arthritis" pain.
Maggie was seen by this vet on the previous Tuesday night and, during this visit, she also had blood drawn. The next morning, she was not only having great difficulty using her hind quarters, but now her FRONT left leg was also severely lame. After making the new vet appointment on Wednesday, we started thinking about her previous night's vet visit and the blood draw. The vet tech who did the draw was, in our minds, rather inexperienced, as evidenced by her inability to 'hit' the vein in Maggie's neck -- she kept plunging the hypodermic needle in and out, in and out, in and out...until she finally found the vein. Unfortunately for Maggie, the tech wasn't able to get enough blood for the blood test, so she had to take a second draw ... and, again, she couldn't hit the vein, but kept plunging the needle in and out, over and over again. Poor Maggie. She was such a stoic, uncomplaining patient -- in spite of this big needle jabbing her over and over again...
Jump to the next morning and Maggie can barely use her left front leg. Well, it just happened that it was on the left side of Maggie's neck where the horrific blood draws were taken. When Maggie was still hurting so badly by early that afternoon, I called the vet hospital to make another appointment. After I got off the phone, I looked out the window and saw Maggie walking about in the back yard, looking much improved. So I called the vet back and cancelled the appointment, thinking maybe we just needed to give Maggie a little more time. If her front leg lameness was, in fact, due to the brutal blood draw, then it would likely improve within the next 24 hours, and so decided if Maggie wasn't improved in 24 hours, THEN we'd take her back to the vet.
Later that evening, we were disheartened to see Maggie, yet again, down on her bed, unwilling to get up. Again, we had to hand feed her whilst she lay on her bed. And again, all that night, Maggie didn't get up from her bed. It was clear she was still in a great deal of pain.
Thursday, April 21st:
Awoke that morning to find Maggie much the same: On her bed, not wanting to get up, looking very uncomfortable. Hand fed her her breakfast and walked her a little bit before leaving for work. Maggie seemed to improve some the more she walked. But as soon as she got back home, all she wanted to do was curl up on her bed. Gave her her morning dose of Aspirin, now 3 pills instead of two.
Worried about Maggie ALL day long. Her other mom checked on her at lunchtime and found there was no change. She took her for another small walk and, again, Maggie seemed improved during the walk, but went into decline as soon as she got back home to her bed.
While at work, I began thinking about our first suspicion, that which we related to the vet but he dismissed in favor of the arthritis diagnosis. As Maggie was relatively new to our household, we were still trying to determine her optimal diet. She'd been on a strict diet of dry kibble for the past four months while at the shelter, then suddenly she's in a new home getting all sorts of new food. Though we tried to transition her slowly from her kibble to a kibble/Merrick's canned food/cooked meat diet, we wondered if her tummy was so sensitive that the recent diet changes might have caused gastritis or blockage of the bowel. When the vet had dismissed this, we too forgot about it. Yet, the diagnosis of "old age" and "age-related arthritis" just didn't seem to fit the rapidity with which her symptoms presented. When I got home from work that night, I again found Maggie curled up on her bed not wanting to move or be bothered. Her eyes were becoming somewhat vacant, which scared me...
"The hell with the vet!" I thought, and resolved to follow my initial suspicion. Got on the Internet and googled for "constipation" + "dog" + "treatment". I was surprised to find several excellent web pages, some from lay persons, several from veterinarians, all which recommended feeding canned pumpkin, of all things, for curing constipation. (The pumpkin is high in water content and fiber, making it an excellent but gentle laxative.) I rushed to the store and bought some Libby's pure pumpkin. We started hand feeding Maggie the recommended amount of pumpkin that very night. Figured I give Maggie 48 hours on the pumpkin therapy and if there was no improvement by Saturday morning, she was going in for an abdominal ultrasound. By the way, Maggie LOVED the pumpkin...slurped it right up!
Friday, April 22nd:
I hand fed Maggie more pumpkin early Friday morning. Not long afterwards, I noticed she was passing some gas and looking around to her tummy and rear end every now and then. It appeared the pumpkin was having some effect and that something was going on inside her. Whether that "something" was good or bad was the critical question. After feeding Maggie, I took her for another walk and she was decidedly perkier, though there was no sign of her wanting to poo. After the walk, she again retreated to her bed, leaving us utterly unsure if we were pursuing the right treatment path. I checked the backyard as soon as it was daylight and could see no sign of fresh poos. As we have another dog, and because we work during the day, it was difficult to tell if the few poos that were in the yard were from Lucy, our other dog, or Maggie, or both. Still, it appeared that there were far too few poos for both dogs, and neither of us had actually seen Maggie take a poo for at least four days.
At lunchtime, Maggie's other mom again checked on her. She mixed up several heaping tablespoons of the pumpkin and mixed them with some water and gravy from the Merrick's canned food. She fed Maggie the glop and, alas, still no poo!
When Maggie's other mom called me at work to tell me she'd given Maggie an extra large heaping of pumpkin for lunch, I almost gasped. Well, I thought, I'm going to go home and find one of two things:
One, poo all over the house because Maggie had a massive diarrhea attack from all that pumpkin ...
Or, two, Maggie in dire agony from an intestinal blockage of some sort. Rushed home that night...
No sign of Maggie on her bed in the bedroom (her usual spot). Ran to the office...not there...not in the living room either. Panic setting in...ran out back and...
There was Maggie, trotting around, sniffing the flowers, smiling like a Chesire cat. I began a slow reconnaissance of the back yard, looking for fresh "land mines" in the grass. And there it was...
HUGE!!! And very firm. As Lucy was crashed out on the couch inside the house, I just knew this was Maggie's work of art. The fact that this poo was still so firm, in spite of all that pumpkin she'd had, was an indicator of just how awfully constipated she was. No wonder she was hurting, not wanting to walk, and feeling like, well, sh*t!
It was as if a miracle had befallen our Maggie! She was instantly back to her old self...prancing around, curious, affectionate, smiling!
"Age-related arthritis" ?? Not a chance! Simple constipation, that's all. And to think that vet (whom we won't be using ever again) wanted to put Maggie on Deramaxx for the rest of her life?!! Deramaxx, the NSAID that has a 21% death/euthanasia rate due to adverse reactions! I am so glad we stood our ground and didn't let that #!@@##$ vet bully us into willfully poisoning our Maggie for an ailment she doesn't even have. Lesson learned...again (remembering G'Kar). Sigh. Time yet again to find another vet...
Wednesday, April 28th:
Glad to report Maggie just keeps getting better and better. No sign of "arthritis" or a recurrence of the constipation. We're continuing to give her the pumpkin, but much less: For her two daily meals, we're watering down her canned food, mashing the meat so it is more easily digestible, and adding a tablespoon of the pumpkin for maintenance. And it seems to be working for her. She's back to poo'ing like a champ...in fact it's that time of day again -- time to scoop the poop. We never thought we 'd be so happy, so thankful, and so relieved to have more poop to scoop.
So a toast! Way to go, Maggie May! In honor of your heroic accomplishment, we who scoop salute you, and hereby knight you...
"Maggie the Poo, Duchess of Doo" !!!
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