Three weeks ago, Didy was really ill. He wouldn’t eat, he was in obvious pain, and was beginning to look really old. He was so bad that we bundled him off to the vets. After a scan we were told he has cirrhosis of the liver…not something that fixes in dogs. He also had tumours, and basically was on his way out. Mum couldn’t face saying goodbye there and then so the vet pumped him full of this, that and the other and let Mum bring him home. We spent the next few days coming to terms with losing a member of the family…coaxing him (unsuccessfully) to eat, keeping him warm, and making a fuss of him. This was Friday.
Sunday, and I managed to get him to eat some tiny pieces of caramel wafer. Not healthy, no…but we reasoned something was better than nothing, and if he was leaving us he may as well eat what he wants. The vet phoned and then dropped round, so that Didy could be at home. By this point though, Didy was looking better. It seemed wrong to put down a dog with an obvious will to live. He wasn’t eating much, but he was wagging his tail, looked less in pain, and generally wanted to be part of the action. The vet agreed with us, and gave Didy steroids, antibiotics and something else I can’t remember. Almost as soon as the third needle came out of his neck he was a different dog! Wriggling, squirming…then racing around, barking! That night he had a little meal made up of offcuts of our dinner, and polished the lot. He was hungry.
We kept expecting the effects to wear off. For him to go off food again, or to start limping and whining. But he didn’t. He stopped looking so emaciated and sorry for himself. He went out for walks again, further than 20 paces. He ate three chicken breasts in a day! (That was too much…especially considering, after a little research, he’s supposed to be on a low protein diet :P). Now, three weeks later, he’s full of beans. We know his liver’s never going to be completely better. He’s still on a ‘human’ diet of chicken and carbs (bread/rice/leftover noodles…). But he is our little dog. Our little miracle dog 🙂 He was racing up and down Atodiad’s decking this afternoon! All four paws off the ground, nose down…bombing along! Launching himself up the steps, tripping over his own paws to get from one human to another. Almost puppy-ish again. He’s living on borrowed time…but he’s definitely enjoying himself, and long may it last!
‘Money can buy you a fine dog, but only love can make him wag his tail.’ ~ Kinky Friedman