I’ve been pretty quiet in the past week and I figured I’d give a little update even though I’m not normally one to explain my absences with blogging — because sometimes I just take little breaks and I don’t feel like I need to explain it. BUT this is a relevant life update so it seems different. And honestly it’s the first time I feel like I could type this out without crying.
It’s interesting how you can wake up one morning and have your day just not at all go as you expected it to and everything kind of changes. That was this past Wednesday.
(if you are squeamish this paragraph might be one to skip)
We woke up at 5am to blood in our bed that was where our dog was laying. It wasn’t enough blood that I was like “OMG SOMEONE IS DYING” but it was enough blood that I was like WTF!!!! So we tried to figure out where the blood was coming from and couldn’t really find anywhere and then I realized it was coming out of a certain area of his body that I don’t want to write out for fear of getting weird search terms or spam comments….if you are understanding. Will almost passed out (I mean, it was bad but Will cannot handle blood at all).
So I got an appointment at the vet and he said it looked like trauma and I was like that’s so bizarre but he did have a really rough play session with one of his doggie friends the night before and he did try to hurdle him so maybe he came down harder than I thought on him. So I take him back with me to work (the kids loved that) and he just chilled with me.
So we come home and Will is home at the same time as us and I’m like “I’m going to clean off the dried blood on his belly” where I assumed he had just slept in his own blood. So I get him on his back and I’m like “Wow! There are way more spots than this morning but he hasn’t actively bled anymore.” Then I try to clean the spots up and none of them are coming up. And the more I looked at his stomach I’m like there is just something not right and Will agreed. They looked like bruises or something that had just spread up his stomach.
So I call my vet but they were closing so she gave me the first available appointment in the morning and said to go to the one emergency vet that is 24/7 if we felt like it was getting worse. We waited a whole 10 minutes before our gut reactions told us to call the emergency vet. I called and she told us she really wants him to come in because she’s afraid he might be bleeding internally. So we left immediately. And then on the way to the vet…he started bleeding out of his nose. That’s when I lost it. I mean, I walked into that place sobbing uncontrollably.
So they took him back and we waited for many hours until they finally admitted him. They said that they couldn’t find any platelets (like zero) and so his body wasn’t clotting and those little spots were like just bruises spreading because he was bleeding under his skin. They tested him for a bunch of stuff and were pretty sure he had immune mediated thrombocytopenia which basically means his body was attacking its own platelets which could be really life-threatening because he could start bleeding in worse places. Luckily we caught it decently early because he could have bleed to death.
So they admitted him that Wednesday night and we didn’t get to pick him up until Saturday. I was a MESS. Literally I couldn’t stop crying pretty much that whole time. My poor baby. He’s such a good dog and we just celebrated his 1 year adoption anniversary last week and now to see him like this and possibly lose him? My heart was just breaking for my little goofball who has made me so immensely happy this past year that we’ve had him.
They put him on some steroids and medicine and he was stable (though his red blood cell started to go down but then went back up) in all other ways. But those platelets just wouldn’t go up. By Saturday they said there as no reason to keep him there, even though they still can find no platelets, but he was stable enough that we could monitor him at home but we have to keep him super calm…because any scrape or bruise or microscopic injury could be life threatening for him in these next few days while we wait to see if he will respond to the treatments and his platelets go back up.
(my poor sleepy baby)
We go on Thursday to get blood work (and hopefully good news) but now we just monitor him and keep him calm and hope for the best. He’s been super lethargic (which is good in our quest to make sure nothing else happens to him because he’s normally kind of hyper) and not himself but I’m just hoping he will get better.
I don’t know what it means for him long-term. It seems like something that will affect him for his life but I’m not sure because they are more concerned with getting him healthy before we can figure out everything going forward. There are apparently many causes to it (cancer, tick born illnesses (which they ruled that one out) but one could be vaccines –which he did just get a few weeks ago.
So that’s where I’ve been — an absolute emotional wreck and unable to do anything other than cry and watch Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (which is so funny and was the only time I basically stopped crying). And now just taking care of my buddy. So think good thoughts/say prayers for him — he’s doing much better but he’s definitely not out of the woods with this yet.