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Wednesday 14 December 2016

DIARY OF OUR BEAUTIFUL LF BY FIONA CUMMINGS

It’s been a dreadful 24 hours. Our Little Fella went for a scan to see what was wrong with his leg last week. He had to go to a specialist miles away from home so Guide Dogs arranged a boarder to look after him over night. Whilst there, he ate a cushion. He came home the next day really not well. We thought it was something to do with the scan and being away from home as he hates it. He has gone downhill ever since.

Since Monday he has been violently sick and all yesterday he had dreadful diarrhoea.

He went back to the vets yesterday. He has lost 10 lbs Hub said as I don’t understand kg. in ten days. Last night I felt ill as he reminded me of our Suki last year and Hannah the year before. He wouldn’t eat. I made him scrambled egg and he ate half really enjoying it and left the rest. Later I tried him witha small bit of his food. He didn’t want to know. I was up at one this morning letting him out. Then just before two. Hub set the alarm for half three, and we were too late. What a mess. Hub stayed up with him after that.
He got a taxi to work and that is where the vet wanted to see him as I suggested he stayed at home and we see our local vet. But Hub for some reason wanted him seen by the people where he works as he said they were better. Well, I don’t know about that, the last time Hub was there was when they put our beloved Suki AKA Long Chops to sleep.

Poor Hub is exhausted working not sure how, emotionally he is drained. Will he lose another dog? Three in three years? I said to Hub never ever again will I I want my dogs to go to boarders. If he had been home with us he wouldn’t have had the cushion. He did it because he was stressed. He is shocking for picking things up. Eating them or carrying them around. You have to watch him all the time.

Now our baby is waiting for an ultrasound and then they said they will put him on a drip because if they don’t, he will deteriorate. So, another overnight. At the vet. The poor thing suffers from anxiety separation from Hub. What will be going through his mind?

As for his leg? They have seen fluid on his shoulder. They want to give him injections. He is two for God’s sake. He will become immune to them and then what? You expect that for a dog of seven eight and older, but not two.

If you could see him, he is like a bag of bones. I feel so sad sick and desperate.

As for my poor Waggatail, she is in a right state. She is moping about staying in bed most of the time and when we went out before, she was walking as if she really really couldn’t be bothered. I know that feeling.

I just wish it was tomorrow and we knew what the heck was going on? He has three parts on two legs shaved. He has bones sticking out and it’s happened so fast, the shaved legs are from when he had a CT scan last week. Not sure why two legs.

Hub is on out of hours emergency duty all week including the weekend. So not much sleep for us for the next few days. I do wonder if ever?

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