Down the hill he went. The vet said he was IN congestive heart failure, not that he HAD it or that he was GETTING it but WAS IN it! Freak out! She said that if she hadn't caught it then that he would have died! When she first saw him she didn't know if she could save him!! That freaked me out pretty good when DH called me. I didn't think he was going off the hill to die, I thought he had a cold or some other innocuous thing, needed some antibiotics and that he'd be fine. Not the way things go for me. He was placed into an oxygen tent cage and give 3+ IV's. He was poked and prodded, given x-rays and blood tests. I'm sure he was a good little soldier through out as that's his way. After messing with him for a time, the vet told DH that he'd rallied (my word) and that he was going to make it. PHEW! Talk about some stressful hours. I still can't believe he came round and I like to think that he loves his family so much that he wanted to come home so he fought his way back to us.
After all of this he was picked up last night and brought back home with THREE heart medicines for as long as he lasts. Yes, you heard me, the vet gave him 2-3 months to live. He came home to die with me. While that's hard to write and it took my entire life savings to make possible, I would much prefer it to the alternative, DH coming home alone.
- I had been able to save the funds
- that it was just enough
- that I found the cash I had stashed here which will take care of his meds for the next couple of months.
Fresh from the bath sporting his Green Hornet coat minus the hat. ;-) Who wouldn't fall in love with him? Who wouldn't fight for him? Who wouldn't give their last dime to save him?