We have earned the right to be paranoid. Really, we have. In one year’s time we have lost dogs to osteosarcoma, old age, DIC, pneumonia and old age. We’ve had two soft tissue sarcomas, cluster seizures, pannus and now cardiac disease run through the household, and yes that too has been in the last year.
I lovingly joke that our vet clinic is actually our vacation home.
So, I watch the dogs like a hawk. Are their eyes clear, are they breathing funny, what’s that lump, why didn’t you eat? I question everything and then I wonder if we can still play by the 24 hour rule… wait and see if it goes away.
Friday night, Minnie was just off. There was not one thing I could pin point, she just wasn’t her usual self. Panic stricken, I worried all night long and what was I going to say to the vet when I saw her?
“Minnie is just off. She’s eating normally, she’s doing what she always does, but she is just off. Fix her doctor.”
When I got up Saturday morning, suddenly remembered back when the pannus was diagnosed that they discovered a bladder infection with her urine tests. It occurred to me that perhaps if could have reoccurred. So there I was, first thing following her around with a ziplock baggie to collect a specimen and run it in for testing before I took her over without anything concrete.
Sure enough, there were little bacteria buddies swimming in her urine.
So, I guess the moral of the story is that I just need to trust my instincts. After 12 hours on antibiotics, Minnie is back to her old self.