In Recovery

My little Annie girl was at the doctor this morning, waiting on his doorstep for half an hour before they opened, hoping that Dr Berry would be able to see her.

Annie was his first priority when he arrived to work. He seemed to have an idea of what was wrong with her and with great apprehension I left my sweet baby in the care of the professionals. They pushed everything aside and got right to helping her; a sense of urgency was apparent.

Four hours later the Dr. called with the news. Most of it's good, but it also came with a "time will tell" prognosis. She had an abscess in the back of her mouth going up behind her eye. He was able to clean it out and in the process, Annie also got her teeth cleaned and 3 extractions. None of her problem was a direct link to her teeth. I am so glad I did not wait any longer to take her in, but given that I'm on the night shift, I was watching her rapid decline through the night and was terrified that this was the beginning of the end for my sweet dear hound.

Many vet are highly skilled, as are all the techs that work with the dr's. But it's more than that, it's knowing that these people are looking at my dog with as much love and care in their voices and eyes as I have in mine.

She is home now, she headed right to her water dish and drank like no tomorrow. I fixed her a bowl of kibbles, softened with hot water and she licked the bowl clean. This is the first intake of anything in over 48 hours. She's right back to her happy, bubbly self. Now let's hope that after the 30 days of antibiotics have run their course, that the situation does not return.

She is such a sweetheart.
Sharon