EDITED 4/2 WITH GREAT NEWS!
Hey everyone! Hey, fucking big thanks to everyone who wrote e-mails, commented, and what not. Umm.. yeah so Chello is awesome. Apparently she ingested a large amount of toxins. Now, they don't know if this happened over time, and her liver isn't functioning properly to dispose of the toxins... OR she got into something.. that which we have no idea of.. and got sick from it. Anyway, they hooked her up to an IV and fluids for 12 hours. I had to spend a night without her, and it was horrible. I really realized how connected we are.
So that's good news. She's home and well. And I thank you for your concerns. You've all been so sweet. She's good, and hopefully this will be something that never happens again. Small dogs are close to the ground, so they pick up toxins from the carpet, the grass, dirt.. everything. It's very easy for them to catch things larger breeds don't. So we'll see how it goes.
Anyway, just thought I'd update.
Stay tuned.. this weekend i'm in VEGAS!!!! on vacation! Pictures to come.
<3
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The 4lb love of my life is in the ER right now, hooked up to an IV to get fluids into her body. They gave her charcoal to help soak up any other remaining toxins that haven't already gone through her liver.
Chello (I insist that her name be pronounced correctly since she's in such critical condition... "chee-yo") is my 4lb black and white long hair chihuahua.
My boyfriend called me at 10:20 am to tell me that he tried to take her on a walk but she was unable to hold her own body up. She was tremoring and looked like she was about to pass out at any moment. Apparently, she began to dry heave when he tried to walk her this morning.
I demanded he meet me at Dove Lewis, which is close to my work place. When he got there, I could see how horrible she looked. I've never been around someone who's overdosed, but my tiny dog looked as if someone had injected her with heroin eight times. Her body all slumped in his arms, twitching whenever we'd move or make hand gestures. Her hair was falling out. Ears folded over, and eyes completely glazed.
We sat in the waiting room for over an hour waiting for any word on anything that could be wrong with her. We figured it was liver failure, just like the other animals that have been in the news lately, but we feed her Organic Newman's Own.. so how could this be happening?
The doctor comes out and asks us to step into a small room with her. She tells us the next steps we need to take, and asks if she can start racking up the vet bill. She wants to test her blood and glucose levels, which we agree too. We tell her anything we can possibly think of.. something she ate, anything abnormal, what we did last night, when we noticed she was ill.. anything.
We go back into the waiting room, and just sit there. And sit, and wait.
The nurse comes out with news that her levels seem to be completely normal. No liver failure, no kidney failure. She seems to have a high level of toxicity in her body, and they're trying to stabilize her so she doesn't have a seizure. This is good news.. at least knowing her body is functioning the way it's supposed to be. But we still have no idea what has caused her to become so sick...
We wait for the nurse to draw up an estimate of the costs so that we can start discussing money issues. $674.90 later, they tell us they will keep her in the hospital for at least 12 hours of monitoring. They say they'll call with any changes or information....
Rory and I go to eat, since we haven't eaten all day at this point and are sick from worrying about Chello. Then I went back to work to let them know I wouldn't be in for the rest of the day, explaining why. For my jewish princess boss who has the world revolving around her, she was incredibly understanding. Like me, she doesn't have children, only pets. Well.. in her case cats. But mine is a 4lb bag of love, in the form of the cutest anime character dog you can imagine. She says she admires me for taking such good care of "my baby" and lets me go. But not without guilt tripping me for leaving so much work behind. Fuck it. I'll do some time tomorrow. Right now all I want to do is wait for the phone to ring.
We get back in my car and call our respective parents. Drive back to Dove Lewis to pick up his car and get an update on Chello. The receptionist says she's still having tremors and they're just feeding her IV fluids, but we can call for an update or come in at any time. It's comforting to know that it's open 24 hours, and there will be someone there monitoring her the entire time I can't be.
I get in my car to head home. It's about 67 degrees out today, and all I can think of is how much I want to take Chello on a walk right now.
It doesn't help that every few blocks... someone is out walking their chihuahua. One woman in a wheelchair even had two. I started crying hysterically, but through my tears started laughing because I couldn't stand the irony that EVERYONE had chihuahuas.
Hang in there baby. You and I are going on a long ass walk when you come home...
You're my best friend. Dogs are telepathic. So if you could send her a little message of encouragement, it would be wonderful.
Updates soon.
<3 a heartbroken Pistolita
Hey everyone! Hey, fucking big thanks to everyone who wrote e-mails, commented, and what not. Umm.. yeah so Chello is awesome. Apparently she ingested a large amount of toxins. Now, they don't know if this happened over time, and her liver isn't functioning properly to dispose of the toxins... OR she got into something.. that which we have no idea of.. and got sick from it. Anyway, they hooked her up to an IV and fluids for 12 hours. I had to spend a night without her, and it was horrible. I really realized how connected we are.
So that's good news. She's home and well. And I thank you for your concerns. You've all been so sweet. She's good, and hopefully this will be something that never happens again. Small dogs are close to the ground, so they pick up toxins from the carpet, the grass, dirt.. everything. It's very easy for them to catch things larger breeds don't. So we'll see how it goes.
Anyway, just thought I'd update.
Stay tuned.. this weekend i'm in VEGAS!!!! on vacation! Pictures to come.
<3
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The 4lb love of my life is in the ER right now, hooked up to an IV to get fluids into her body. They gave her charcoal to help soak up any other remaining toxins that haven't already gone through her liver.
Chello (I insist that her name be pronounced correctly since she's in such critical condition... "chee-yo") is my 4lb black and white long hair chihuahua.
My boyfriend called me at 10:20 am to tell me that he tried to take her on a walk but she was unable to hold her own body up. She was tremoring and looked like she was about to pass out at any moment. Apparently, she began to dry heave when he tried to walk her this morning.
I demanded he meet me at Dove Lewis, which is close to my work place. When he got there, I could see how horrible she looked. I've never been around someone who's overdosed, but my tiny dog looked as if someone had injected her with heroin eight times. Her body all slumped in his arms, twitching whenever we'd move or make hand gestures. Her hair was falling out. Ears folded over, and eyes completely glazed.
We sat in the waiting room for over an hour waiting for any word on anything that could be wrong with her. We figured it was liver failure, just like the other animals that have been in the news lately, but we feed her Organic Newman's Own.. so how could this be happening?
The doctor comes out and asks us to step into a small room with her. She tells us the next steps we need to take, and asks if she can start racking up the vet bill. She wants to test her blood and glucose levels, which we agree too. We tell her anything we can possibly think of.. something she ate, anything abnormal, what we did last night, when we noticed she was ill.. anything.
We go back into the waiting room, and just sit there. And sit, and wait.
The nurse comes out with news that her levels seem to be completely normal. No liver failure, no kidney failure. She seems to have a high level of toxicity in her body, and they're trying to stabilize her so she doesn't have a seizure. This is good news.. at least knowing her body is functioning the way it's supposed to be. But we still have no idea what has caused her to become so sick...
We wait for the nurse to draw up an estimate of the costs so that we can start discussing money issues. $674.90 later, they tell us they will keep her in the hospital for at least 12 hours of monitoring. They say they'll call with any changes or information....
Rory and I go to eat, since we haven't eaten all day at this point and are sick from worrying about Chello. Then I went back to work to let them know I wouldn't be in for the rest of the day, explaining why. For my jewish princess boss who has the world revolving around her, she was incredibly understanding. Like me, she doesn't have children, only pets. Well.. in her case cats. But mine is a 4lb bag of love, in the form of the cutest anime character dog you can imagine. She says she admires me for taking such good care of "my baby" and lets me go. But not without guilt tripping me for leaving so much work behind. Fuck it. I'll do some time tomorrow. Right now all I want to do is wait for the phone to ring.
We get back in my car and call our respective parents. Drive back to Dove Lewis to pick up his car and get an update on Chello. The receptionist says she's still having tremors and they're just feeding her IV fluids, but we can call for an update or come in at any time. It's comforting to know that it's open 24 hours, and there will be someone there monitoring her the entire time I can't be.
I get in my car to head home. It's about 67 degrees out today, and all I can think of is how much I want to take Chello on a walk right now.
It doesn't help that every few blocks... someone is out walking their chihuahua. One woman in a wheelchair even had two. I started crying hysterically, but through my tears started laughing because I couldn't stand the irony that EVERYONE had chihuahuas.
Hang in there baby. You and I are going on a long ass walk when you come home...
You're my best friend. Dogs are telepathic. So if you could send her a little message of encouragement, it would be wonderful.
Updates soon.
<3 a heartbroken Pistolita
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catdad:
I'm glad she's doing okay, but that's got to be scary not knowing what caused it.
v8dreaming:
cute dog. glad to here she's doing better.