This will be quick. We got home today after I picked Jillian up from work and Olie trotted out to greet his Momma, like any other happy Olie day. We fed him, and after taking two bites he stopped and started acting funny. His condition quickly deteriorated, and soon he was having trouble walking, sitting, and practically doing anything. We brought him outside to see if he just really had to go to the bathroom, and he had terrible diarrhea and started foaming at the mouth. He could barely move, and was just laying there breathing heavily and not playing, which is what he does all the time, so something was seriously wrong.
We didn’t know what to do, and because we don’t have a car, we started walking to the vet’s office, about a mile away from our house. About a block up the street our landlady passed us in her car and stopped, seeing that Olie was sick (we were carrying him in a towel). She drove us to the vet, and as we waited in PAP traffic for what seemed like forever, Olie cried and yelped the entire way, as if his insides were exploding.
We arrived at the vet and I put him down, thinking he would need to go to the bathroom before we went in, and all he did was lay still. We picked him up and rushed him into the vet’s office, where he determined that Olie had eaten something poisonous, probably rat poison. We don’t have rat poison in the house, but the place came fully furnished and has a lot of things in the nooks and crannies that we don’t necessarily know about. He forced liquid charcoal into his mouth, gave him some shots, and hooked up an IV, all while he just laid their silently, with every muscle in his body twitching uncontrollably.
He gave Olie some sedatives, and told us that he would have to keep him at his office overnight, and that we could check on him tomorrow morning. So we left, not knowing if that would be the last time we would see him again. The vet said that typically dogs can survive these kinds of things, most dogs do, but some times there are “complications”. We’re just hoping that he’s OK.
The worst part about this whole thing was that today, out of all days, I had finally come to the realization that Olie was an integral part of my life. For the past month since we got him, I have been grappling with feelings that he was not the right thing for my life at this moment. He is an enormous responsibility, and something that has made me rearrange my life here in a way that I wasn’t really ready for.
Jillian and I had talked about that, about how the idea was a good one, but that it might not have been the best time for it. But today I was going to tell Jillian, after we got home, that I wholeheartedly believe that it was not a mistake to get Olie, and how I could not imagine my life without him. All of a sudden, it seemed to click, and having him prancing around our house seemed as regular as putting on my shoes before I went for a walk. But now we have to wait, and see, if yet another piece of normalcy in our lives will be taken away.
I realize that many of you will read this after this ordeal is over no matter how it ends, but either way, pray for him. He’s our little guy, someone that loves us during our good days and our bad ones, and this house seems really empty with him not here tonight. We’ll go to the vet tomorrow at 7:30am sharp to check on him, and we’ll keep you updated. I feel that he’ll be OK, because I trust that whoever’s up there making the decisions wouldn’t make life this tough.