Whew what a week. It started out looking pretty good and went to heck in a hand basket really fast. Pure crappy to be honest. Olive got sick Monday and I mean really sick. In fact she was close to death. Her liver had a major problem. We still don’t know what caused it, even with all the high-tech blood testing and ultra-sound. She had a temperature of 106, normal is 101 and her heart rate was 280 normal is 80. At first they thought she had cancer in her liver because of the ultra sound results but decided after they studied the results closer (after they scared the crap out of both of us) it was inflamed. No infection, just inflamed, go figure. We still don’t know what caused it. Her vets were on the ball other wise and got things under control and Olive stabilized within 24 hours. They put her on an I.V drip along with some pain killers. I could have used some of that myself. My hubby and I were ready for valiums while we were waiting to see how she was doing the next morning. I couldn’t sleep all night for worrying and thankfully the vet called me several times during the night to let me know how she was doing. The next morning I went back to the vets, they were running new blood work to see how her liver was doing and if she’d eat. Well she ate for me and her blood work came back looking better so she got to come home. I can’t tell you how trilled we were after the horrible night of thinking she might not ever come home alive again.

Olive’s nine, and that’s old for a Great Dane, normally they don’t live much past that but I’m hoping Olive is the exception to the rule. Loosing Olive is something we’re not going to ever be ready for. I can’t recall a time I’ve cried so hard and for so long when we thought the worst. I couldn’t stand to look at her bed and toys but I couldn’t stop looking at them. Most of all her big beautiful brown eyes were haunting me the whole night. I prayed that God wouldn’t take her and he had mercy on us and didn’t. I’m most thankful that God wasn’t ready for a great dog in heaven and left her here to teach us more about being good people. I’m a little bit mad at the one vet that scared us so badly talking about the D and E words before Olive had a chance to fight, but thankful that they took such good care of her. Olive’s on a special diet (talk about expensive whew!) and she’s taking liver supplements for the next month to see how her liver responds. She’s just about back to normal. The money isn’t important we love her and wouldn’t know what to do without her. I hope everyone gives their best friend a big hug and says a little prayer for their well-being I know I am.

Happy Trails NW

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