Hello all. It’s me. (Don’t you hate it when someone says that on the phone and you have no idea which ‘me’ it is?).
This is my annual catch up which I’m hoping to make more regular again.
It has been a menses horribilis, (I’m a princess I can pinch ideas from the Queen of England ;-))
You won’t believe what has happened to me.
It all started about ten days ago…..
I wasn’t feeling well. Nothing to do with my itching but I really felt a little bit sick. I didn’t stop eating though. No siree! You won’t catch me giving up my food for a little illness. Or at least that is what I thought to begin with.
I tried to get it through to the family that I wasn’t myself and they did realise it but we none of us knew what was going on. I put my tail down, I willed Mum to fix it but all she did was cuddle me.
Don’t get me wrong. I like cuddles but it didn’t fix the problem. Then one night I got some pain in my tummy and then I began to feel really sick.
Then I was really sick. All over the kitchen floor.
That day I didn’t eat anything and by the evening I was feeling rather sorry for myself. I just wanted to be left alone. Fortunately Raffy doesn’t bother me even when I’m feeling well so he wasn’t a problem. Although to be fair to the big guy he was a bit upset. Even now I am not sure if that is because I was getting tons of attention or he was worried.
When I stopped eating Mum knew something was really wrong. Especially when I didn’t eat the next day either. She thought I was dying. I thought I was dying. Raffy thought I was dying.
But……. I’m still here.
I got whisked off to my lovely new vet in the village who took me in a back room (is that allowed?) and stuck a needle in me. Apparently he wanted some of my blood, well, I am special so who could blame him.
He gave me something to stop me being sick and we went home.
I still didn’t feel good and I knew Mum and Dad were concerned. Raffy continued to be quiet.
That night Mum left the door open for me and gave me access to their bedroom door if I needed them.
In the early hours of the morning I started to feel sick. I was on the red sofa which Raffy usually takes up so I didn’t want to get down and let him have it back. Next thing you know I’m heaving and Raff comes over. I’m not sure why. Perhaps he was curious. Perhaps he thought he could help. Either way he was dumb.
The upchuck was – I was sick all over him. Past slights revenged in one large vomit.
Almost as amusing was the way Mum and Dad are still trying to work out how the big boy ended up covered in vomit all down his right ear and side. I could tell them, well I couldn’t but even if I could it’s more fun to have them guessing.
Anyway. Back to me. I was still feeling pretty lousy and still not eating. The results of the blood tests came back and I was diagnosed with pancreatitis. Pancreatitis! I couldn’t believe it. Mum watches my diet like a hawk and I’m hardly allowed food at all.
Well, okay I am allowed food but she is a bit of a food police. If only I could get into that cupboard I could easily show her how to feed me properly.
What has me amazed though is that my cousin Boodle, a rather fetching Westie who lives in France was diagnosed as having pancreatitis last year. Can it run in families?
After that things got a bit easier.
My lovely vet gave me a patch of Fentanyl and for a little while I just enjoyed it. As soon as the pain was taken care of I was ready to eat again – so I did.
In fact, we have just been back to the vet and I have put on weight. I guess Mum’s idea of three small meals a day are closer to my idea than I originally thought!
So I am on the road to recovery and we hope it is a one off event. I was a bit anxious that I was going to have to go on a tasteless, fat free diet for the rest of my natural but my lovely vet has said to re-introduce my normal food because he is hoping it was just an acute event. As am I.
So this is all good news.
Except I am still wondering about karma.
I was in my bed Sunday morning and something sort of told me to get up and move into the lounge. I don’t normally do that until Mum has been up, cuddled me and given me breakfast.
As soon as I did the huge picture which hangs above my bed crashed down breaking the glass and my bed was covered in a heavy picture frame and glass. That could have been me. Try explaining that one to the vet. He would have had canine services calling around.
So I’ve had a close shave twice during the last seven days and it has made me reflect that life is too short not to eat bacon.
What do you mean I can’t eat bacon?
Gee……… how can I torment Raffy. Life has to have some meaning.
Love from Zena, the Warrior Princess who is warring on a new front – old age and bad health. More to come.