And the stress just keepsa coming!
Been a really tough day for the three of us. Scrappy is really being awkward with regards tablets, and it doesn’t matter what method we use, she isn’t having any of it. Her back left leg is the injured one and because of the IVDD history on the back right meaning that is her weakest leg, we have a really terrible situation unfolding here.
She has lost her trust of us in the last day as we have tried and failed to administer the Tramadol to her – it fucks me off that the vet didn’t give us something considering she has injured back legs that was not in a liquid form or even a powder form that may have been much easier to apply – given that Scrappy can be a canny dog at times and is very clever at making you think the tablet has been swallowed only to spit it out again.
An hour ago, her back left gave out and she went down with a sickening thud and a yelp, the yelp that makes owners want to cry and it was all panic stations whilst we tried to help her. We rang emergency vet care and no one could come out to her but we were advised to take her into Canterbury, a good 40 minutes away to wait with no fixed time schedule in the emergency hospital there, which we simply couldn’t do considering the trauma and stress we would further induce into her trying to lift her into a four by four Landrover and then drive the 45 miles to Canterbury from our location.
Scrappy has since regained the use of her back left, but whilst she can just stand, it is literally ‘just’. Once more another attempt to get the tablet to her has resulted in a failure, and now she is lying on the floor not trusting either of us as far as anything goes 😦
We will take her to the vets tomorrow first thing, and we will have to push for either an easier medication, a sedation or for the x-rays to be brought forward by a day. I have such a very uneasy trepidation currently ongoing, and both Suze and l are stressed to our eyeballs. Trying to find postives from negatives at present is extremely hard.
In the panic l have pulled my shoulder something terrible, and l know when my own tablets wear off, l am going to feel that pull with a vengeance. Listening to Scrappy’s stomach gurgle horribly doesn’t help either because she is hungry but is refusing to eat thinking we have poisoned her food with these fucking tablets!! It’s a terrible thing to say but at this present time she is acting like my Father, which saddens me enormously.