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Crianza is back in the hospital today.

She had a fantastic December, what with the Christmas tree cutting party, and friends, and Christmas, and then six whole days at the ranch. January, though, has sucked for her.

On Saturday, she, along with every other dog in a one mile radius, helped my dad with leftovers. Piles of meat and soups and other good stuff was consumed. Who the hell knows how much each dog got. So, it wasn't a massive surprise on Sunday when we went on a walk that she was a little, er, runny. But Sunday evening, when we got home, she turned down some cream cheese (with an Omega 3 pill hidden inside). And when I gave her some of my pizza cheese, she threw it up a few minutes later.

Graham and I became immediately concerned.

This time was a bit different, though. She never had problems drinking water, and in fact, drank a whole lot of water. But she threw up some of the water. Yesterday, she took treats, but she refused wet food. She was also still having runny stool, and she threw up a few times. She was alert, though, barked at friends that came over.

I took her in this morning, giving all the information to the vet. She was going to be hooked up to the IV and they were going to take x-rays and tests. I did, though, check her weight on the scale they have at the front, and she did regain all the weight she lost in November.

The vet called after two, and the news wasn't great. This time Crianza has an inflamed liver and her enzymes are out of whack. We still don't know what's up with her, what's causing it, but she's having tests done, and hopefully they'll figure it out.

Hepatitis, I learned, means "inflamed liver," BTW.

I started this post on a fairly upbeat manner, but in the middle of writing it, I talked to my mother, who, after hearing about the inflamed liver, said, "Christina, are you really sure you want to do this?" I was terribly confused, as she'd been really supportive through the nine days over twelve in the hospital, even picking up the last bill as my early Christmas present.

"What do you mean?" I asked, "How can I not keep going if I don't even know what it is?"

"This is going to bankrupt you." She knows I just paid my property taxes and don't have much cash on hand right now. "I wouldn't keep going if I were in your position."

"What? You want me to put her down? Or just let her suffer to death? I don't understand any of this."

"It will be a cycle. She gets some sort of treatment, she gets better, and then she declines. You just saw that happen."

"I don't understand this at all. I dont' even know what's wrong with her. It could be something like lymphoma, and then certainly we have to make those sorts of decisions. But it could be something totally treatable."

"I wouldn't do this."

"I don't understand this. Holden went through much worse."

"I wouldn't have gone with his first surgery either. Dr. Young gave every indication that his prognosis was very, very low when he was diagnosed."

"But I don't have a diagnosis at all yet. And I didn't get any indication at all from Dr. Dodge that we shouldn't go forward."

"I don't know why you asked me for my advice."

"I didn't ask you for advice. I called because you asked me to when I found out more. I understand now why Liv didn't tell you at all about Chicken's illness. I'll talk to you later."

I'm sort of feeling kicked in the gut right now. And I'm terrified to trust my instincts. I called my brother, who doesn't have a dog but knows and loves all the dogs in the family and more importantly knows the people in my family, to get a guage on what he thought. He told me to ignore my mother. He was as baffled by her conversation as I was.

I'm not quite sure what to think, other than I have to at least talk to the vet once more to get a better sense of what she thinks. I know that this means that I'll have absolutely no financial support from my family on this, and since I did just pay my taxes, I'll have to pull some financial strings. But, I can't just pull the plug without having some idea of what's going on, first. I'm simiply baffled and lost and confused, and very, very scared that I may lose my pretty, pretty puppy.



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Jan. 4th, 2011 11:19 pm (UTC)
*fierce hugs*

not as a replacement, but as an additional thing, it might be worth checking for vet that specialises in holistic therapy. there are some herbs that are very helpful with heptatitis and liver support, and i've read good things about their use in dogs wehn conventional medicine hasn't helped.

your in my heart and thoughts xoxoxoxo
Jan. 4th, 2011 11:28 pm (UTC)
Oh god!!!!! I'm so sorry.I have theories on your mom's response (mine does the same thing sometimes): but the short version is TRUST YOUR GUT!! Crianza is your girl and you will do the best for her. As for the "relapsing / recurring" theory - maybe, but 1 relapse after a major diet blip does not a pattern make. (((Hugs)))
David S. Thomas
Jan. 4th, 2011 11:41 pm (UTC)
You talk to the vet and get facts and then make a decision. Silly to give up at this point. Your mom must have something else going on in her life right now.
Jan. 4th, 2011 11:51 pm (UTC)
I am so, so very sorry you are going through this again! Your poor baby, not feeling well and you just not knowing. :(

Your brother has it to rights, ignore your mother for the time being. She probably doesn't mean badly, but gods, those sort of comments are never timely. Fluffbutt the Shadow puppy and I are keeping you in our thoughts, and hoping all goes well for your sick baby.
Jan. 5th, 2011 12:34 am (UTC)
Ignore your mom.
When I first got Zoey, my mother spent about three months trying to convince me that I needed to give her up & send her to a farm somewhere because I didn't need a dog to make my life harder.

Ten years later, both Zoey & I snort when my mother asks, "so how's Miss Zoey?"

Take care of your world, man. You know your girl, stick with that.
Jan. 5th, 2011 12:50 am (UTC)
*hugs* I saw this and the other post. You're a very good and loving caretaker.

Jan. 5th, 2011 01:47 am (UTC)
Oh, stina, I'm so sorry.
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