On a path a Michelle Jones type situation

Her Most Gracefulness

My little baby dog (who is not a baby at all, she’s almost 7) is ill in the hospital and it is breaking my heart. The probable diagnosis is pancreatitis. There isn’t a definitive test to confirm beyond a doubt that this is what she has but it’s pretty likely (and its better than the second most likely diagnosis) and the treatment course she’s on is using pancreatitis as the “working diagnosis.”

She’s been in the hospital since last night. She has a sensitive system and keeps getting sick from the various medicines she’s on so she’s really not getting the deep rest she needs. It’s too early to have any prognosis and that’s the most frustrating part of all. Not knowing how long she’s going to be in the hospital, not knowing what other treatments she might need, not knowing if the pain is going to hit her again in such a horrible way is all terribly frustrating. 

Oh no! When you get a chance, give her a snuggle from me. And remember to take care of yourself, too, ok?

We got back from visiting a little while ago and she is much, much improved. So much so that she very well may get to come home tomorrow. I’m terribly relieved. We’re not going to be able to afford our trip to San Diego now due to hospitalization costs but she’s worth every penny.