Sunday night I started to feel that itchiness in my nose. I knew I was coming down with the crud everyone has. I fought this cold/flu thing Monday and Tuesday. With rest, water, and Emergen-C, I started to finally feel more like myself by Wednesday. But I fell way behind on e-mail communications and blog posts.
But everyone gets sick, and I am thankful that it only put me out of commission for 3 days. Today I still can barely breath out of my nose, but no aches, no exhaustion, I am thankful that I am able to get back to my life today.
But this morning, Rufus went downhill.
Josh noticed something was really off when he tried to ask him to walk to the living room and he took a few steps and then laid down. I grabbed a tasty treat for him, his favorite, and put it in front of his nose. He didn’t even lift his head.
That is when we knew we had to get him to the vet.
But how? He is 165 pounds – 15 pounds heavier than I am and almost 80% my length! Carrying that as dead weight seemed an impossible task. We eventually hoisted him onto our bed, rolled him onto a blanket, and used the blanket to help us lift him into Josh’s arms. I walked underneath Josh’s arms and helped alleviate the weight by pushing up on Rufus, and we shuffled him to the backseat of my car.
He is resting at the vet’s office now, and they are running tests. They mentioned some things about possible Pancreacitis, maybe his stomach flipped. He is bloated and they will know more after they run tests.
I am not thinking bleak thoughts yet. Yes, it could be fatal, but it could also be treatable.