Yesterday morning I went to my intern for one of my twice yearly check ups. I had to fast to have the lab work done afterward.
Then I stopped at Target on the way home to get one of those Swiffer mops so I won’t have to bend over to squeeze out a sponge mop, which will come in handy after my second eye surgery.
I walked in my door and immediately saw diarrhea and blood on the living room floor. Quite a bit of blood. Some was very dark. Some just looked like blood.
I froze in place. I think my brain froze for a few seconds.
I called the vet and they told me to bring Charlie in. I rushed over there, telling myself to calm down, not to cry with the fear that was rushing up.
They did an ultrasound, but his bladder was empty, so they didn’t see much of anything. They had to use a catheter to get any urine to test.
He has a slight fever. They gave him antibiotics and something for the diarrhea. So I came home with two bottles of pills. The vet gave him a shot, which I believe was an antibiotic.
The pills I brought home was Biomox, a broad spectrum antibiotic. And Metronidazole for colitis/diarrhea.
But it’s really not clear what is going on. Just like it wasn’t clear with Abi.
This morning I have to see the optometrist so he can check my eye and tell me whether to go ahead and schedule the next eye surgery.
But I also have to figure out when to drop Charlie off at the vet so that his bladder can fill up and they can do the ultrasound again. The vet said to give him a bit of time to feel better.
I can’t bear the idea that something could now be wrong with my Charlie boy.
Please let it not be something bad. He’s had three infections over the last few months. He was last treated in June.
I can’t help but remember that this was how it seemed to start with Abi. Urinary tract infection after urinary tract infection over a few months time. And then suddenly her kidneys shut down.
I made it till last night before I cried. I’d been pushing back a memory that has been lurking in my mind for some time. But then, with it dark outside and getting close to bed time, it hit me full force.
Some years ago, I had two Boston terriers, brothers, named Teddy and Bubba. They lived 13 years. I lost Teddy in September of that year to kidney failure. Only four months later, I lost Bubba.
Ever since I rushed Charlie to the vet five days after Abi died, this has been in the back of my mind. And every time it entered my mind, I’d try to shove it back down. Because it was too much to think about.
I know I’m letting fear rise up and supersede common sense. Or logic. But how can I not remember the similarities between then and now?
I’m to give Charlie the broad spectrum antibiotic twice per day. But they gave him a shot yesterday. I guess I’m a little hesitant to start giving it to him already.
I keep remembering giving Abi antibiotic after antibiotic for what seemed to be urinary infections.
At this point I don’t know what to think. Or exactly what to do.
I will let you know what the optometrist says. I see him in a little over an hour from now.