the nearest vet is 79 miles away from my house. maggie was shaking and whining the entire way. i am certain that she could sense my own emotions, but i did a much better job of hiding them...i only whined a couple times throughout the whole trip. once we got there she was fine going into the building, being weighed, even being placed inside a cage to wait for her turn. but once i had to leave the space she started to whine again. it was heartbreaking. i would have liked to have stayed with her for the whole time, but i wasn't allowed. she had to be there for 6 hours without me. part of that time she was under anesthetics, but some of the time i'm sure she was thinking, "where is danelle? why did she leave me here? geez, what did i do?"
my mother had driven us there, because i didn't want to have to try to drive while i cared for mags. so, for the 6-hour wait, mom and i did some shopping at wal-mart, went to lunch, went back to wal-mart, went to safe-way, stopped at a bike shop, drove through historical streets, waited in line at a maverick station for 10 minutes, got some food from kfc to take home to my dad, and then sat in the waiting room, anxiously waiting to hear how it all went.
when the lady brought her down the hall from the back room, she was so out of it, but when she saw me she almost jumped from the woman's arms trying to get to me. i was so glad that she didn't hate me for taking her to that scary place and leaving her there to be tortured. they said everything went well
maggie was still groggy throughout the rest of the night, and she drooled for about 5hours, but this morning she finally got up and wobbly made her way to her water dish. she is getting back to her old self again. i'm still waiting to see if she can eat some soft foods. she has stitches in her mouth and she knows they're there. hopefully she'll eat something in the next hour or two without me having to step in. otherwise i'll have to give her something with a syringe and i don't want to do that.
anyway, thanks for your concern. i don't know how people with REAL babies deal with children who are sick. that's probably why God is making me practice with a dog first. and what a great dog she is. i love this girl.
when we got home i sat on the couch with her and watched 7 pounds. have you seen this movie? it was really good.
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Glad she's ok. I hate taking pets to the vet. Sounds like you enjoyed time with your mom though. We haven't seen 7 pounds yet. Maybe tonight?
Ohhh, poor Maggie! I'm glad she's OK now.
awww. poor pup. Yeah, it's rough when kids are sick. dogs too. I think one of our dogs is getting arthritis. It makes me super sad. One time in Blanding Allori fell and got hurt, not to bad, but she screams bad and then sometimes stops breathing. It is way scary. Anyway, this particular time, she trurned blue and went limp. I am generally good in emergencies but when its your kid you kind of lock up. Its too scary. My sister in law had to give her CPR and I called 911. She came too but I don't think I will ever forget how scary it was. I have had to call 911 on each of my foster kids too (the two we have now.) So stinking scary. I think we will be up there this weekend. Maybe we will have a minute to stop by.
Sounds like you guys survived this little ordeal. Good Job! You dog is pretty cute!
Poor little maggs, glad everything went well!
Poor Maggie! I hope she's feeling better soon and eat one her own. She's so cute!!
Maybe I should have practiced with a puppy first----instead I practiced on Ethan. Poor kid. Glad mags is fine. you'll be fine too, eventually. And seven pounds? Loved it and hated it all at the same time.
Danelle--you will be so proud--I finally posted to my blog. Glad Maggie's ok. Poor baby.
Just like with kids it's always more traumatic for you than for them. My pet surgery experience was getting Jack fixed. It was before Brien and I got married, but I paid for it and had it done because Brien didn't have the heart to do it. It actually happened when Brien was out of town for a few days. I don't want to go through something like that again.
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