Thanks, everybody, for all the nice comments about Duncan.
Sorry if yours was one of the comments I didn’t answer.
You see, I was afraid. Afraid of what was happening with Duncan.
Yup, things didn’t start smoothly at all.
Twenty-four hours after bringing our new son home, we were at animal emergency, with a dying puppy.
We don’t know what happened or why, but he developed a fever of 106.3 degrees — dogs are normally 99-102. Our puppy was sick, and possibly dying.
If I am ever reincarnated as a dog, I want to be my dog. I’m not quite sure how I can work that out, though.
Anyway, Duncan was admitted, treated with antibiotics and IV fluids (at great expense). We left him last night, certain that he was going to die.
Thankfully he didn’t. He spent some more time with our own vet, closer to home, this afternoon before we brought him home early this evening (Monday).
So far, Duncan is acting very much like a puppy — he plays, eats, poops and pees. We are keeping a close watch on him.
I will never let him see this picture of himself during the interval between the ER and our vet. Because I fear he’d die of embarrassment.
“This is Embarrassing”
When I texted this photo to Jacob, he responded: “When did we switch to Dish Network?”
Everybody was saying sweet things about Duncan — and I just couldn’t answer when I didn’t know if he was going to make it.
We have no idea what caused the problem. It may be a bacterial infection, a virus. It could be all kinds of things. Tests to possibly determine what caused it would have cost $THOUSANDS, and we opted to treat, rather than investigate.
So far he is doing OK. Keep your fingers crossed.
FiftyFourandAHalf 