It always happens late…ya know?
When your Wonderdog presents symptoms, and you realize the Zackamundo isn’t feeling well, at all?
And it might be bad enough to go to the Emergency Vet, in another town, and it’s almost 10 o’clock, p.m.?
So, off we went, with Zack the Wonderdog, to the Emergency Vet Clinic.
He’s feeling so badly, he’s laying down in the backseat.
He. Never. Lays. Down.
Just saying. Because, you know, HE HAS TO SEE EVERYTHING.
We have to wait for a while. Because it's an emergency clinic. And we aren't the only emergency.
They test his blood. Perfect.
Take his temperature. Yup, he’s running temperature.
|Zack the Wonderdog at the Emergency Vet Clinic|
Xray his gut. His gut is full of distention, but not twisted, thank God. No obstructions. They walk him. They observe him. Yup, definitely walking like he's in pain.
Finally, about 1:35 a.m., they let us go, after shooting Zack full of antibiotics and giving us anti-diarrheal and anti-nausea meds, plus pain pills. And a copy of his Xrays to take to our normal vet. And a receipt for a huge bill.
I was super tired.
Zack was super passed out.
Hopefully, this will pass, and the old fella will be fine.
|Same position the next morning as when we got home...Snoozebucket.|