It's 343am, and I have just returned from the emergency animal hospital. King hasn't been able to keep food down over the last couple of days. I thought it might be stress and such--things aren't normal around here--so I brought him inside for the night and settled in. He was his usual self, active and nosy. At some point, he ate Mickey's leftover kibble. I read a little, then turned out the lights. A couple hours later, I'm in bed, and I hear sounds.
I debated waiting until morning, to see if my regular vet could see him. Oh well, I wouldn't have been able to sleep anyway.
King's been admitted. The gut xray didn't show anything, so tomorrow he has an ultrasound. If that doesn't show anything, the next step could be the doggie equivalent of an upper GI to check for gut motility. This could be anything from a partial blockage to a tumor to a gut motility issue.
I cleaned up the worst of the mess. I probably should spray some carpet cleaner and let it sit.
Dammit.
I debated waiting until morning, to see if my regular vet could see him. Oh well, I wouldn't have been able to sleep anyway.
King's been admitted. The gut xray didn't show anything, so tomorrow he has an ultrasound. If that doesn't show anything, the next step could be the doggie equivalent of an upper GI to check for gut motility. This could be anything from a partial blockage to a tumor to a gut motility issue.
I cleaned up the worst of the mess. I probably should spray some carpet cleaner and let it sit.
Dammit.