shit
shit ah!
This morning was suppose to bring Dexter’s stool sample to Dr Heng for analysis but he has gotten rid of the evidence by the time I woke up. There’s only a stain on the floor but that’s not enough…
I have been giving Dexter pumpkin porridge for two days now as Mark told me that pumpkin could help to firm up loose stools. Plus porridge is easily digestable so it is gentle on his irritable stomach and this is what I found in the kitchen this evening…
SHIT arhhh…
I picked up the piping-hot solid poo and I’m so happy that I went round the house showing it to everyone. They all siam me like what siah…
I must be NUTS to be high on dog shit! Haha…
I don’t know is it Dr Heng’s charcoal pills or my pumpkin porridgethat worked? This is the first time in months that I see solid solid poo!
WooHoo!!
It’s so fresh I could still feel the warmth in my hands!
An update on Dexter’s Recovery
Dexter’s getting much better now with regular medication. The poo has been solid for the past two days so I believe the diarrhea is finally clearing up. Other than that, the seizure is pretty much under control. The rate of recurrence isn’t that frequent though he sometimes might still have cramps with his left hind leg and can’t walk properly.
The angle of the head tilt is also getting lesser. With the advice of some forumers, I have been massaging his neck as and whenever I can to prevent the muscles from becoming lazy and stiff.
Dexter is also gaining back some weight. I can feel the layer of fats surrounding the chest span once more and the hollows between the ribs are being filled up. I would like to thank the people who helped me tide over this difficult period with their words of encouragement and sms-es. I couldn’t have found the strength to carry on if it wasn’t for you guys.
THANK YOU!!
Back to the vet
Due to last night’s episode, I decided to send Dexter to the vet pronto. It was pouring outside and both my brother and I tried calling for a cab. We’ve dialed City Cab, Comfort and even TIBS but after calling for MORE than half an hour, NOT A SINGLE CAB WAS AVAILABLE!
*FAINTS!*
Finally managed to get one and we piah all the way down to Sunset Way. I was expecting a long queue but perhaps due to the rain, only two patients are in front of me. We managed to see Dr PM and she said that Dexter might be suffering from a stroke or inner ear infection. It can only be ascertain after taking a X-Ray but that means he will have to go under GA.
I don’t feel comfortable about this. Anything can happen during GA and I’m skeptical about letting him go through the risk, especially at his age and health condition. I’m afraid that he might not make it.
Fortunately, he do not need to be hospitalized again and was sent home with some Neuro medication to help control his head tilt but I have to observe how he’s reacting to the medication.
During this difficult time, I’m utterly upset and disappointed with some people, especially my father. Ever since Dexter‘s fallen ill, he’s been saying things like “putting him down” and “throwing him away”, etc
He knows I hate it when he says insensitive things like that and we’ll just end up arguing yet he’s out to annoy me! The dog is still able to walk, eat and drink but he just needs a little more assistance with his daily activities. Why can’t my father be more supportive?
I don’t understand how heartless one could be. Didn’t he feel a tinge of sorrow? Didn’t he have any feelings for the dog, which had been with us for the past seven years, ever since he’s a puppy??
Does the years spent walking in the park together mean nothing to him?
Dexter‘s currently undergoing treatment and he’s getting better by the day. I guess he’s slowly getting used to seeing sideways already. He can run a bit and still loves to attack the vacuum cleaner!
There are also some people whom I would like to thank, for the support and care they had shown me towards this difficult period, specially Mr Sim and Mrs Wee for their understanding, Mrs Tahir, for her words of encouragement via sms.
“Be strong for him,
pets are sensitive to our emotions.
It pains me too what you are going through but be strong…”
Then there’s also Edward, who helped to take over my duties during my absence and also to Melissa, Meizhen and Farzanah for their words of encouragement.
A turn for the worse
Last night, Dexter suddenly begins flipping on the floor violently and when he finally gets up, his head was tilted to one side and he keeps losing his balance while walking.
At that moment, he loses control over his bowels and he rolls all over his poo and pee. I’m at a loss of what to do by this sudden turn of events as it totally caught me by surprise!
WHAT IS GOING ON?
I picked him up but he struggled madly, resulting in his head banging against mine! His teeth must have knocked into my eye because I felt a sharp pain but the pain I’m going through is insignificant compared to his.
I cradled him in my arms and he just lay there limply. Fear and helplessness were written in his eyes. At that instance, my heart just broke to smithereens.
Is he going to die? How could he!
We cried together. I knew he’s in a lot of pain but there’s nothing I could do to help him. His heartbeat was getting weaker and eventually, he took one final breath, and stopped moving altogether.
I held him closer to me and I prayed to GOD not to take him away. I rubbed and patted his body vigorously until I saw his chest rise again. He began breathing, thank goodness, though still very weakly.
I sat on the kitchen floor with him in my arms, reminiscing about the past – telling him how mischievous he was when he was still a little puppy and all the troubles he has gotten himself into…
A few hours passed and day was breaking. I had spent the whole night cradling him in my arms all covered with his feces.
I moved my numbed arm a little and he opened his eyes.
He survived the ordeal. He’s a survivor!
Recuperating at home
It’s Dexter‘s first day home after being discharged from the veterinarian. He’s doing quite well, without anymore vomiting although the stools are still quite soft.
Will be keeping him under observation at home but Saturday have to send him back to Dr PM for a follow-up.
Keeping fingers crossed!
Discharged!
I was just about to visit Dexter at the clinic when I received the call which I had been waiting for since yesterday!
I’m feeling so flustered that I’m on the verge of breaking down but still, I suppressed my emotions and responded to everything she said with a ‘Yes’, ‘I see’, and ‘uh-huh’.
She was hemming and hawing and the suspense was killing me!
On one hand, I was desperate for the results yet I feared the outcome would be too much for me to bear. The moment of truth finally came when she said, “I was wondering if you could bring Dexter home this evening?”
*SILENCE*
Did I just hear the words ‘HOME’ and ‘THIS EVENING’?
YES! YES!
Dexter is finally coming home so I immediately rushed down to fetch him from the clinic!
I missed my poor baby so much! He was given 9 different types of medication for his Diarrhea, Digestion, Antibiotics and I was also instructed to feed him only the special diet sold by the vet .
Price of 3 days stay at the vet: S$500+
Price of one healthy baby: Priceless
Come Home Please
I’ve been feeling down ever since Dexter was hospitalized. I do not have any appetite and I haven’t been eating anything in school for the whole day (from 8am to 5pm) and my tummy is feeling a little uncomfortable right now.
I’m very anxious right now because I am still waiting for the call from the clinic. Will Dexter be discharged? Dr PM promised to let him come home before Saturday but today is already Friday.
In the end, I called them instead and they said that Dexter still had soft stools this morning. He can only be discharged when his stools firms up.
I’ll visit him at the clinic tomorrow. Hope to bring him home by then.
The mysterious stench
I was having a nap this afternoon when I was rudely awaken by a loud, split-splattering sound!
I woke up with a jolt and my heart was thumping furiously! I looked across the room wondering what that was until an offensive stench drifted to my nose. It was POWER to the MAX!
The odor rapidly filled up the entire room and I was forced to flee to the living room! I shouted for my mum and she came running to find out what the commotion was all about. We went back to my room to investigate and we saw a puddle of brown substance on the floor. My mum immediately pinched her nose and fled from the scene due to the overpowering stench.
I looked under the bed and saw the culprit crouching underneath. The guilty look on his face says it all!
I held my breathe while waiting for my mum to bring me the mop but after some time, there was no sign of her. I went to look for her and there she was, seeking refuge in my brother’s room with the fan on at full blast blowing in her face!
There I was, risking my life waiting for the mop but she deserted me to face the disaster alone?
Haiyo! You see this kind of mother la, only care about herself and leave me in the lurch!
The Dead Cockroach 