fishin4cars
True friends just call me Larkin
I had to take my dog Endy to the vet this morning. She has been suffering from epilepsy for the last two years. This morning I could tell she wasn't eating well and she didn't feel good. I got her to the vet when it first opened and spent morning watching them give her IV's and taking blood samples. They suspect that her kidneys are starting to shut down. I've raised her since she was three days old, she is the last survivor of a litter of 9 puppies that's mom was killed by a car. I've wagged her around in my pocket to feed her when she was a pup. She's ridden with me all over the country and really been there when I needed a friend. It's so hard watching her, she's so weak she can't get up and eat. I was able to get her to eat enough this evening to get her to take her seizure medication but it wasn't much. She's still eating and drinking but going down hill fast. Tonight she has started trembling and she is cold to the touch. Trying to make her as comfortable as possible. We lost one of our other dogs just two weeks ago. She was a stray that made herself home here since we moved in. She had heartworms and was to far advanced to treat. Now Endy may not be with me much longer either.
I've got people coming over tomorrow at noon to help me seine my longfin koi/goldfish pond to remove all the goldfish and culls out to go to the Koi clubs Garden show this weekend. At the same time I'm suppose to be getting a call from the vet with the results from the blood tests today. So hard to believe that I may have to say goodbye to her. She's only 7 years old and our pug is 14 years old, blind and deaf and she's still going strong. But I know her days are getting closer to that time as well. If you believe in doggy heaven please put Endy in your prayers.
I've got people coming over tomorrow at noon to help me seine my longfin koi/goldfish pond to remove all the goldfish and culls out to go to the Koi clubs Garden show this weekend. At the same time I'm suppose to be getting a call from the vet with the results from the blood tests today. So hard to believe that I may have to say goodbye to her. She's only 7 years old and our pug is 14 years old, blind and deaf and she's still going strong. But I know her days are getting closer to that time as well. If you believe in doggy heaven please put Endy in your prayers.