November 13th, 2010

too cute

Crianza's trials

I have a little time now to focus, so I can write this all out. Most of you who follow me on facebook know that Crianza has gotten very sick over the last few weeks, and we don't know what's wrong. I just picked her up from the vet, and she's not particularly happy with life right now, but the vet thought she'd be more comfortable and less stressed here than she would at the clinic.

I'm not sure when this thing starts. Maybe it was the week before Halloween when she stole a cupcake wrapper and ate it. At some point in that week she threw up for the first time. We're not sure when exactly it started, because dogs throw up sometimes, and it's usually not that big of a deal unless they keep on doing it. She kept on doing it. Halloween day, I made French toast, and as usual, she and Celosa got the leftovers. She threw up French toast. I thought that maybe she'd eaten too much. I think she threw up a few more times that week, because Graham and I started keeping a very close eye on her, and on Wednesday, she threw up some chicken I'd given her to settle her stomach.

Aside from the throwing up, there was nothing else wrong with Crianza. She had plenty of energy for walks. She was excited when people came home. She was interested in food. Her potty habits were fine. She was just a puppy who couldn't hold down that much food.

Graham drove me to the airport on Thursday morning, and she threw up in the car on the way. My mom took her while I was gone because Graham's been working on the film festival, and we were worried that none of us were around to keep an eye on her. My mom made her some chicken stock rice, and she ate some of that, and otherwise her trip to my parents house for the end of the week last week was uneventful. She returned to us on the weekend, and we kept an eye on her. She threw up on the couch on Friday evening, and again on Saturday.

On Monday, when Graham was leaving the house and giving the puppies treats, Crianza refused. This was beyond not like her, and we decided that she needed to go to the vet. I was working, and Graham's film festival was starting in less than 36 hours so he was crazy busy and didn't have a car that could take her. So my mom picked her up and took her to the vet. Crianza was severely dehydrated, and the vet admitted her overnight to get fluids back into her. But otherwise all of her tests were fine. The blood tests were perfect, there was nothing in her stool or urine. Her physical exam was fine. And even an ultrasound didn't find anything particularly noteworthy. She ate for the vet at some point while she was there. Overnight, she chewed off her IV, but otherwise it was an uneventful stay.

I picked her up on Tuesday evening, and she seemed overjoyed to see me. She hopped up to greet me when I walked into the office, and she pulled me to the car, giving me kisses and love. Crianza and Graham greeted her at home, and she was happy to race outside to pee and poop. She even was interested in a small piece of Italian sausage that Graham had been cooking for dinner. We figured that our dog was back.

Drinking, though was worrisome. I offered her milk, but she refused it. I offered her chicken stock, and she had no interest. On Wednesday morning, I made consume and she turned up her nose to it. And I started worrying about dehydration. I took the second half of the day off to be with her since Graham's film festival started that day, and I bought a bottle of pedialyte and syringe. That was miserable for both of us. I even smeared brie on her nose and she let it dry there.

The vet agreed on Thursday morning that she needed to go back in, so I dropped her off early in the morning, occasionally calling for updates. At some point on Thursday, the ultrasound showed that her pancreas was flaring up. The vet wasn't sure if it was a symptom or the cause, but it was a new element. Since it wasn't an issue when she'd come in earlier, it probably wasn't what caused her to start throwing up in the first place. But she certainly needed to stay overnight.

On Friday morning there was no real change, and it was clear that she'd be staying for the rest of the day. When I called Friday afternoon to see if I'd be picking her up, the vet said that she'd had a pretty nasty bout of diarrhea (which thus far hadn't been an issue) two hours previously, and she'd like her to stay overnight. She'd been eating some, but her appetite is waxing and waning.

Also on Friday, I finally got the pooch's dog book that we'd won at the DiverseWorks auction back in February. It is unbelievable and goes well beyond our wildest dreams. It's extremely personal and captures both of the dogs perfectly. Graham and I are in it also, and it means a hell of a lot to me that someone was able to capture my family so perfectly. It immediately became a prize possession, even though I've owned it for less than 24 hours.

The vet called at about 10:30 this morning. Crianza threw up in her kennel last night. This was actually the first vomiting since the previous weekend. The vet, though, wanted her to come home for the rest of the weekend, because she thinks that Crianza's pretty stressed at the vet's office, and being home may be easier on her recovery. I was given some medicine for her diarrhea Crianza looked miserable when I picked her up, and she was limping. The arm with her IV was swollen, and she was having trouble with it. She winced a little when I picked her up.

Celosa has been awesome this whole time, by the way. I think Monday was the first time she's ever been by herself before, and since then she's had to spend a lot of time alone. She's ALWAYS had someone around, person or canine. And she's been great. She didn't mess up anything in the house for the many hours she was here alone. She has been super sweet to her sister, not bugging her or harassing her. She's been sweet to me and Graham, and otherwise, she's been an exceptional puppy while all of this has been going on.

I'm supposed to keep an eye on Crianza and try to get her to eat and drink. Drinking is more important than eating. I got the compression bandage off her arm as soon as we got home, and I think that once the fluids in her arm are absorbed, she will feel a lot better on that score. And now it's a touch and go/wait and see situation. I have the vet's cell phone number, and I can text if something happens, but right now, she's resting on the couch and I don't have the heart to make her any more miserable than she already is.

I'm supposed to call the vet on Monday with a report. There's a vet radiologist that comes in on Tuesdays at my vet's clinic, and if she's not doing better by then, he can do a more thorough scan to see if anything's up inside her. All of her tests are really good, which is why this case is so baffling. Obstruction has been pretty much ruled out. The pancreatitis is probably not the primary issue. Musculoskeletal-ly, she's fine. Liver issues would have shown up on the blood tests. Eating bad stuff would have shown up in stool samples. Infections would have shown up in the blood counts.

I've known her vet since we were both kids. Her dad and my dad went to college together. She and my brother went to high school together. I trust her implicitly, and I know that she's going to do as much as she can to take care of her.

Graham is worried sick, but he's got another two days of film festival. I have today and tomorrow off, so I can keep a pretty good eye on her.

And we'll see.

Keep her in your thoughts if you're into that sort of thing.