We just got home from the vet. Lowrider has passed away.
When I was getting ready for bed I was making sure all the dogs were in, but she wasn't which was very unlike her. I went outside looking for her and I found her hiding. Her stomach looked huge. I immediately thought "Oh fuck, bloat."
I called AMC and was told that our choices, (if it actually was bloat), were euthanasia or a $1500 - $3000 surgery. Since I have so little money I decided to consult our regular vet. He talked me down and told me that her breed didn't get bloat and that she probably ate something she shouldn't have and that if that was the case she'd be ok until the morning. I didn't think I was being overly dramatic or paranoid, but knowing how crazy I get about my animals I second-guessed myself and I'm sure I wanted to believe him. I really wanted him to meet me but he wasn't into that. He told me I could give her an enema - which we did, but it didn't help. By the time I realized that she was not going to be ok it was basically too late. We rushed her to AMC and they helped her go peacefully.
I have regrets. I am sad. And I will miss my noisy, short-legged girl and her "Sandy Shuffle." Rest in Peace, sweet old girl. ❤