The night that got worse (but could have gotten a whole lot worse)
So I moaned about being poorly Sunday night, but then my poor dog started being poorly and trying to be sick. We joked it was sympathy pains for Mammy, but the pain got a whole lot worse. He was restless, he was whimpering and crying in pain. It was at this point we enquired about emergency vets. My husband got hold of the local emergency centre while I attempted to comfort my boy, who by this point had a very swollen tummy and very fast and erratic heart beat. We got him into the van, and I honestly thought it was the last time I’d see him (being the pessimist that I am), so I said my goodbyes to him there and then, whilst clinging on to every hope that it wasn’t as serious as we thought it was. Turned out he had a twisted stomach and we had two options, one - operate, option two didn’t even come into the equation. We were told it was touch and go whether he’d survive, that his stomach could be ‘dead’ as it could be too damaged. My boy was in shock and he was dying. Without the quick thinking and actions from the Vet and Veterinary Nurse, my dog, my guardian angel, my beautiful boy would be dead. After a long night of worrying, it turned out I needed to go hospital for treatment as well. Nearly twelve hours later, I was finally allowed home to see my poor Bubba. The update being, he’s sore, but he’s doing so well - fantastically well. It wasn’t his time to go, and I’m so grateful to the staff at the vets (both Valley Vets in Ystrad Mynach and Sanders Vets in Pontnewydd), thankful for my calm and rational husband, thankful for the NHS, thankful to ‘God’ if that is his/her actual name, thankful to all our guardian angels -you look out for us every second of every day, but last night we had a blessing sent our way and we are so grateful.