Friday, October 10, 2008

New Day #288

Another dog day afternoon. This one spent at the pet hospital, where we experienced two firsts--an overnight hospital stay for our sick pup and and an ultrasound to watch his enlarged heart. Two New Things I could have done without.

Sherman's enlarged heart isn't news to us--both medically and metaphorically--but his future is more secure thanks in no small part to this blog, of all things. As you may know, my dog's been on a hunger strike. Dissatisfied with my vet's prognosis, I called my new friend, animal writer Carol Frischman, whose parrot I tried to teach Mozart. Carol immediately put me in touch with her vet at Laurelwood Animal Hospital. I am forever indebted to Carol for her wise counsel--she is literally a lifesaver.

A thousand dollars later we discovered that my vet--excuse me, my former vet--nearly caused kidney failure by prescribing medication without taking into account its side effects. Luckily, the damage wasn't irrevocable. Sherman's now at home, eating a little (Costco sliced turkey and scrambled eggs--go figure) and taking new meds. Lest you think I'm one of those pet owners who prolongs an animal's misery, you'll have to trust me when I tell you that, despite his challenges, my little Peke hasn't given up on life. He's still alert, engaged and snuggly, charming everyone he meets with his fluffy adorableness. He's just very thin and sleepy.

I almost took a picture of his x-rays, but, given the gravity of the situation, it seemed disrespectful. So here instead is a contact paper portrait done by my friend, artist Brittany Powell.


Much more dignified.

8 comments:

Mead said...

That's a great relief to know Sherman's doing better, Marc. You've been put through quite a wringer; I'm sure you're ALL doing better now.

Rick said...

Awww...I wish him well and a speedy recovery.

Martina said...

>>Lest you think I'm one of those pet owners who prolongs an animal's misery, you'll have to trust me when I tell you that, despite his challenges, my little Peke hasn't given up on life.<<

The only kind of pet owner you've shown yourself to be is a loving, responsible one. Sherman is lucky to have such a good family. Good for you for seeking a 2nd opinion!

Dantallion said...

I had a peke growing up who lived to be 18 years old. By the end, he was deaf, blind, toothless, and had angina. But he was a happy little guy.

I hope puppy stays with you a good long while longer.

therese said...

Once again we are reminded not to put total faith for our health, in only one professional. We certainly seek second opinions, why not for the wonderful pets that have chosen us?

My Amber was doomed from day one, the runt, displaced hips, from a litter who all died mysteriously around age 7. When she was 13 I thanked her for the joy she'd brought and know she's chasing geese off lawns in heaven.

Anonymous said...

Oh, Marc. I'm SO sorry you're going through these challenges. It sounds like you are doing all the "right" things, though, and please take that as a comfort. Being the decision maker for our little furry loves' health is no easy task, I know. Hugs to you all.

I heard about you via Daria, Mitch, and Ted and have been meaning to visit your blog for some time, however, given this week's discussion, I figured it was HIGH time to let you know that one listener has swung on by.

I do so enjoy your blog!! My best to you.

--Kayt-- http://www.kathleenmckiernan.typepad.com/

Monique said...

So glad Sherman's doing better! I've made my dogs promise not to age or get sick, but I'm not sure they understand what they've agreed to.

Brittany said...

We're busy thinking good thoughts about Sherman (and you two). We know all about dogs with big hearts. I hope for the best.