It all started yesterday, I guess, when he had a check-up appointment to get his booster shots. All of the usual checked out fine - no intestinal parasites, temp was good, growing like he should, etc. Well, about a week ago he started getting this bald spot on his forehead... the fur had just been getting thinner and thinner until it went bald... Anyway, it didn't look serious or anything and I knew he had an appointment coming up so I just decided to wait and let the vet look at it when I took him in for his check-up.
In order to figure out what was going on they had to scrape up the skin on his forehead until it bled a little... they needed enough to look at under a microscope. As it turns out he had some kind of skin mites (which was nothing major at all - the vet said most puppies have them, but not all have problems because of them) and they gave him a prescription to clear them up.
So yesterday evening I gave him his medication about an hour before I went to bed. He seemed fine. But this morning when I woke up the bathroom was COVERED in vomit... I'm talking walls, corners - you name it. (It seriously took about two hours to clean it all up.) But that's not the worst part. The worst part was looking at our little Scooter and realizing that he could not walk - let alone even stand up. He was whimpering and pitifully attempting to push himself over to me with his back legs. His body was jerking and he was drooling. I felt heartbroken.
Immediately I called the vet and told her what was happening. She said that he probably was just stressed out because of the appointment yesterday and that the medication may have upset his stomach. She told me not to give him anymore and try to feed him around noon. Well, I ended up taking him outside so that I could clean the bathroom (but not before he bit me and drew blood). I wasn't mad... in fact I didn't really care. I was just worried about him.
So noon rolled around and I offered him food and water. He didn't even seem to notice my presence at that point. I call the vet back and they said I should probably bring him in. So me and Nick put him in a box (he was still covered in vomit - I didn't dare try washing him after he bit me), and he kept trying to get out. We finally got him to the vet and I asked someone to help me get him out of the car. As soon as the lady picked him up she went straight for the door. When she got inside she said, "I think we have an emergency."
That is the point at which I lost it. I was just standing in the vet office crying my eyes out. A nice lady in a pink jacket comes over and asks what happened to which I responded between sobs, "I don't know," and then she hugged me and told me everything will be ok. She said that I'd brought him to the best place and that made me feel a little better.
Also, the staff was really nice... they said they'd let us know something as soon as they could so I got Nick and Shadow out of the car and we came back in to wait. They offered us all a drink which I thought was a really considerate thing to do seeing as how we were all worried. They were just trying to make us a little more comfortable, I guess. I appreciated that. For anyone who is curious I took him to the Animal Medical Center on Quintard.
When we finally got to talk to someone they told us that they have Scooter sedated (with morphine and something else), and that he has an IV and a catheter and that they'll need to do some bloodwork later. They said that he was having seizures, (I suppose he had been all morning... I feel like a complete jackass for not taking him in earlier), and that it was likely a reaction to his prescription despite the low dosage he was on.
*sigh* They will have to keep him until the seizures subside which could last for a few days, even. I was really glad to hear that the seizures wouldn't cause any permanent damage (I was afraid of that... I know nothing about them). So yeah, if nothing else goes wrong we should have our little Scoot-Scoot back in a few days. I will be so glad.
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