A sick dog is priority number one

The last time Hope pulled an all-nighter she was in school. It was easier then. Of course, the reason was different; final exams, which were important. But not as important as a sick dog who had to poop every half hour Monday night – all night long. After all, a sick dog is priority number one.

Fortunately, we’re writing this on Thursday and his last poop was Tuesday at 5 p.m. We got in to see our wonderful veterinarians on Tuesday morning. An exam, two injections (antibiotic and anti-spasmodic), and a day of fasting put Torque back on track. A good couple of nights’ sleep, and Hope’s better, too.

Dogs are worth it

Most of the people we know have lost sleep because of their dogs. It’s rarely for a good reason, except for middle-of-the-night puppy deliveries and subsequent puppy care. We’re fortunate to know many responsible breeders and their dedication. We also know their complete lack of sleep near due dates and for weeks afterwards. They’re always delighted to see healthy puppies go to their forever homes. That’s when they get to sleep.

But most dog people lose sleep for not-so-good reasons. Staying up with dogs afraid of storms, or fireworks. Elderly dogs having a not-so-good night. And sick dogs. The worst part for all of these scenarios is there’s not much we can do to make it better. Is there anything that makes us feel more helpless?

Helpless to help

Torque was miserable. We tried the home remedies we keep on hand, but nothing helped. Hope kept a close eye on him through the night – there were no other symptoms than the spasming gastro-intestinal system. She was prepared to dash to the emergency vet, but there was no real emergency. Torque managed to nap between bouts, and he was drinking water and staying hydrated. 

It was still a terrifying night. When you know Hope’s history, you understand exactly why. About four and a half years ago, Hope and Fran came home from their obedience club’s afternoon holiday party (dogs not invited). We fed the dogs their dinner, and went to relax and watch some television. Everybody (human and dog) was comfy and content.

And then Teddy, Hope’s eight-year-old French Bulldog, got up off the couch and started retching. And urgently had to go outside. Then his guts exploded and Hope ran with him to the emergency vet. He didn’t come home. It was hemangiosarcoma, the silent killer. He was fine until he wasn’t.

Always watching and wary

Which is why Hope couldn’t close her eyes Monday night. Torque is her eight-year-old French Bulldog. She’s hugging him very tight this week. 

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