Sad, Sick, Puppies (Again)
What a week … thank you for all the texts and emails that got back to me, I’m not sure how so many of you found out as I only told one person! But thank you very very much, it meant a lot to us.
For those who don’t know, Kim scared me half to death on Tuesday this week. We got home from work and she ran out with the others, chirpy and cheerful and noisy as normal, and then started stopped dead and started sucking in air, and visibly shaking all over. I can only describe it as being like the moment when you get something caught in your throat, and try to take a breath to cough and clear it, except Kim was constantly trying to take the breaths and never getting enough breath to cough.
She immediately ran over to me for reassurance, which is when I got seriously worried; Kim milks her injuries and afflictions for all their worth, but it’s always in the kind of snobby way, graciously accepting the rightful adorations of the commoners, and so on. She only comes for physical hugs when she’s in real pain. She managed to catch her breath for about 30s before starting again, and so on.
Ten minutes later and we were at the vets. So many things to be thankful for, not least the incredibly understanding vet nurses, Andy, our fantastic vet, and all the people who let us take up their appointment time to get Kim checked over as soon as possible. Thankful too for the fact our vets practice is only in the next valley, because I don’t think I’d have coped travelling any further.
Kim, of course, stopped her episodes as soon as we walked in the door. It now looks as though it was something simple and trivial and that’s another thing to be thankful for. It isn’t her heart or her lungs (another thing) and she is slowly getting better. It’s further and further apart now – she’s done it 4 times today, twice this morning, once this afternoon and once just after her tea. The vet rang a couple of hours after she got home to check on her, and there was an offer to keep her in overnight for truly safe measures (it was less stressful for Kim to stay at home, especially since we’d established it was currently under control).
Again, thank you for all the concerned emails and texts. Kim gave Mollie a huge telling off this afternoon for daring to lie on a towel in the doorway (the towel was whipped away, the doorway guarded most ferociously) so you can be guarenteed she’s feeling better.