So, it's 16:00, Sunday afternoon, and I'm the only one awake. It's not been a good 24 hours.
Last night Maggie started to look a little green around the gills, but she ate and drank fine. We settled her in for the night, but this morning she was definitely not in a good state. She was obviously in a lot of pain, in her tummy. We watched her for a bit and decided that she needs to go to the emergency vet, pronto.
At the same time, Mr. Zog got a call-out for work to go to Kissimmee, which is a long way away, about an hour one way. So I loaded Maggie into the car and sped down to the Emergency Animal Hospital in Vero Beach. She was getting worse by the minute, and I was really upset too. Mr. Zog was also in a state but had to go work.
Eventually we were seen by the emergency vet, Dr. C., we know her well. I first met her a couple of years ago, she ran the local vet right around the corner. She closed that clinic and only concentrated on the 24-hour emergency hospital, one of only two in the entire region. We took Maggie there during her late night emergency before she had her bladder surgery last year. Since then, Mr. Zog has fixed Dr. C's water issues both at home and in the hospital, and we always opt to go there, even though it's a longer way. We like Dr. C.
So Dr. C checks Maggie out and came up with acute gastroenteritis, severely inflamed guts. No idea what brought it on. It's not a life-threatening emergency, but it's serious enough and I'm glad I took her. She received three shots - one for pain, one for nausea/vomiting (preventive only), and one for soothing the tummy. Then she had her anal glands checked out properly and emptied, too (remember she had problems with those a couple of weeks ago).
Then we were sent home with four syringes of pain meds and a bunch of antibiotics. She refused to eat, but I hand-fed her a couple of dry biscuits because she had to take the first antibiotic tablet with food. Now she, Mr. Zog, and Sammy are fast asleep together on the bed, all in a furry pile, and Maggie is in an opioid-induced stupor. But that's ok. It'll hopefully allow her to get some rest.
The vet says we should see some improvement by tonight. If no improvement by tomorrow, we need to bring her back and check her out more.
For now... $300 later, I'm hoping that it's going to be fine. For her sake, for our sake, and for the sake of our bank account. Although I would beg, borrow, and steal to see her taken care of.
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