Now it HAS been 4 days.
Delilah is back at the vet.
The same evening we brought her home, she continued to cry. This non-stop for 48hours will make anyone insane. Last night she lost all control of her hind end, even so much as she couldn't lift herself to try and go outside to relieve her bladder and bowels. Her back end is paralized, yes that fast and we don't know what is happening. She does have reflexes, but did not respond to being poked in the foot on her right side. Her legs flop like noodles, I can't express how painful it's been for us to get through the night watching that, and watching her soil her bed staring at us with embarrassment. That alone got us crying. "We aren't mad, just be still... be calm, we'll get you there soon."
The Morgan humans are taking turns being the strong one, and I can count on one hand how many times I have ever seen Mister cry and to say he is not ok is the understatement of the century. She gave us kissies until we left her, forever our girl who doesn't give up. Simon has that blank stare in his eyes when you look at him, her gaze is far more intelligent and expressive. She looked at me and said "Mama, what's wrong with me?" and I had to excuse myself from the room.
Mr. Morgan is upset that he is so attached to her, saying "How could I be weak like this." It's not weakness, it's being a decent human.
We tried to nap today, but every few minutes the phone is ringing. We also tried to eat today, but our stomachs' are having none of that. Every time we pass her kibble bowl we go nauseous. I finally just covered it up. We do appreciate every word and every call we've gotten - which has been impressive, thank you, you all know how very much those dogs mean to us.
She is on doggie morphine right now, awaiting a test.... then more tests, and tests for the tests until they know what is wrong. We at present in the last 3 days are in 2 grand, and it will be a 5 grand surgery if it's the best case scenario. 10k if it's worse. We don't know what we are thinking because we are on empty bellies, stress, and sleep deprivation. To hear how she cried all night, even when being held and pet, man.
What do you do? Tell her she is no longer useful because she is damaged goods and put her to sleep? It sounds insane, but we can't do that, even if she is an older girl, that makes it more difficult because that's an investent of sharing your life. You don't just walk away when there is hope. I emptied my 401k this morning and am placing a bucket on the front sidewalk called "Delilah Fund"
Praying for the best.
-DM
The same evening we brought her home, she continued to cry. This non-stop for 48hours will make anyone insane. Last night she lost all control of her hind end, even so much as she couldn't lift herself to try and go outside to relieve her bladder and bowels. Her back end is paralized, yes that fast and we don't know what is happening. She does have reflexes, but did not respond to being poked in the foot on her right side. Her legs flop like noodles, I can't express how painful it's been for us to get through the night watching that, and watching her soil her bed staring at us with embarrassment. That alone got us crying. "We aren't mad, just be still... be calm, we'll get you there soon."
The Morgan humans are taking turns being the strong one, and I can count on one hand how many times I have ever seen Mister cry and to say he is not ok is the understatement of the century. She gave us kissies until we left her, forever our girl who doesn't give up. Simon has that blank stare in his eyes when you look at him, her gaze is far more intelligent and expressive. She looked at me and said "Mama, what's wrong with me?" and I had to excuse myself from the room.
Mr. Morgan is upset that he is so attached to her, saying "How could I be weak like this." It's not weakness, it's being a decent human.
We tried to nap today, but every few minutes the phone is ringing. We also tried to eat today, but our stomachs' are having none of that. Every time we pass her kibble bowl we go nauseous. I finally just covered it up. We do appreciate every word and every call we've gotten - which has been impressive, thank you, you all know how very much those dogs mean to us.
She is on doggie morphine right now, awaiting a test.... then more tests, and tests for the tests until they know what is wrong. We at present in the last 3 days are in 2 grand, and it will be a 5 grand surgery if it's the best case scenario. 10k if it's worse. We don't know what we are thinking because we are on empty bellies, stress, and sleep deprivation. To hear how she cried all night, even when being held and pet, man.
What do you do? Tell her she is no longer useful because she is damaged goods and put her to sleep? It sounds insane, but we can't do that, even if she is an older girl, that makes it more difficult because that's an investent of sharing your life. You don't just walk away when there is hope. I emptied my 401k this morning and am placing a bucket on the front sidewalk called "Delilah Fund"
Praying for the best.
-DM
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