That was the week that was.
The week started as most do normally, walking, coffee with friends, and then almost overnight my life shifted.
I noticed that Lou was not herself. I didn’t rush to the vets the first day and decided to wait to see if things changed. Unfortunately they did not, so off to the vets we went. He was unsure but felt it could be pancreatitis. Came home loaded with medicines and food instructions.
Things got worse, so I telephoned the vet and Lou was put on Tramadol, but I couldn’t get them into her – nightmare. Saturday came around and my saviour, Nat the dog walker, phoned to ask how Lou was. At this point I thought she was going to die. Nat came round and the outcome was that we went to an out of hours vet in Winchester where Lou was admitted.
I couldn’t sleep or eat. Ridiculous you might think, but as all pet lovers know she is very much a part of who I am.
She came home yesterday and she is being referred to a specialist vet in Hursley.
She slept well, unlike me, and the day begins with trying to get her to eat and drink, and swallow her pills. Nat is coming to administer them.
Wish us luck!
By the way, do you remember the blog about Poppy the dog who sadly had a stroke and died? Her owner had a new puppy come to live with her, a chocolate labrador called Lily. Lovely.