Remember that post I wrote yesterday? About how I had a good feeling about things and really felt happy and at peace?
Yeah, well, apparently that is not allowed because later in the day my Dobson started being lethargic and then breathing heavy. He refused his dinner and we took him to the emergency vet.
They did x-rays and he has cloudy lungs. It could be any number of things. His white cells are not elevated, in fact, his labs are pretty good, so they are not sure if it’s an infection or something else. He spent the night in an oxygen kennel at that vet and seems to be comfortable inside with the oxygen running. His breathing is still distressed outside it.
They want to do a bronchial lavage, so they had me move him this morning to a larger and better equipped veterinarian. They are very confident that he’ll be alright during that procedure, and they are less confident, but still more confident than not, that it will give us the answers we need to find out what the hell is going on.
Needless to say, this is a bloody fortune, but if there is a good chance that treatment will allow him to be okay with a good quality of life, then treatment it is. Even if I have to beg, borrow (already am borrowing for it) or steal (not literally, please don’t report me, I have enough worries right now).
Dobson is a member of my family. Hannah and I brought him and Piedmont home 6 years ago this month (although they were born in March) to the first place we got together as a couple. Him, his sister, and I have been through plenty, and they are more special to me than the vast majority of people I know. I understand they have shorter life spans than humans, but he’s only 6 and this is so sudden. I hope with everything I am that he will be okay. I’m not ready to lose another part of my family.
I am kind of a wreck right now. Probably not the most fun person to be around. For my friends, I am sorry if I am a Debbie Downer, but if you can’t understand then you can’t understand me. I know you all probably do though.
Please keep us in your thoughts and/or prayers if you’re the praying type. I need my good boy to come home.