MY BABY IS SICK! D:
Yes, this means another non-fashiony-related post. Bear with me.
Yesterday Rory started throwing up after I gave him a treat for pooping on his potty pad (’cause that’s what you’re supposed to do when they do their business in the right spot, y’know?). We thought he would be okay, but he would NOT STOP PUKING.
I tried calling our regular vet since their business card says they’re open on Sundays (with an appointment only), but when I called and asked if I could come in, they were like, “Sorry, we’re closed today.” If you’re closed, then what the hell are you doing there answering the phone???
So my mom and I went to the emergency vet where he had a parvo test (twas negative, thank -insert deity-), an x-ray, and was injected with fluids. The doctor was saying how there were some odd bits in his x-ray.
I guess he has a lot of gassy stuff going on, which isn’t normal, and they think there might be some foreign body thing in there. To be honest, I’m a bit confused as to what’s going on because the whole time I was at the emergency vet, I was silently freaking out and could only process words like “he might need surgery.” And my mom and I were there for HOURS since we had to wait to hear from the radiologist about the x-ray. We never heard from him. Or her. I’ll just assume it’s a him because boys are full of disappointment. >_<
But he’s doing fine now, he hasn’t puked since we brought him to the vet. He’s eating again and is back to his mischievous old self. *wipes sweat off forehead*
His whole treatment basically cost the same amount as an Annual Pass to Disneyland. D:
This gif pretty much sums up how I feel about the whole situation:
I’m taking him to his regular vet for a check-up. I’m quite sure my little companion is going to be okay.