Last Thursday I was pretty sure Ysobel was having another bout of Pancreatitis. She had a mild bout the beginning of the year, but even with a mild bout, she is an old dog at 12 1/2 years old, and it knocks her off her feet. Pancreatitis can kill if left untreated.
I got her in to the vets, and we were pretty sure, that is what we were dealing with. With her age, I asked that we are not overly aggressive in her diagnosis and treatment, I did not want her admitted unless absolutely necessary, as she really does not thrive in the vets. He gave her everything to keep her comfortable, and she was home with me. The drugs they give to help with the pain (as this condition is very painful) and the condition, really knock them out and until Friday morning, I wondered whether I had been wise bringing her home, but she had every couple hours been happy to drink electrolytes in water from a syringe in the side of her mouth, enough that she was keeping up her hydration and still peeing regularly. I left her in my son, Thomas's capable hands to deliver Pi to Poole on Friday with regular phone updates.
Today I think we finally have Ysobel back. Ysobel's problem is she is an awful scavenger and will eat any old crap. So we have to work hard to protect her from hereself. Just now she was by the kitchen units surfing up any crumbs she could find from me baking earlier. So with her appetite back and a formed firm poo this morning, I think she is back from the brink!
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
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