Well, it’s five o’clock in the morning in January and I’m sitting in bed writing you all this blog post.  While it’s not unusual for me to be up at five (I like my ME time and early morning is the only time I get it) it is unusual that I’m getting to blog in bed.  You see The Husband was up just before four to leave for a conference (his first extended stay away from Sweetey Petey I might add – let’s give the man some daddy points) and I had promised I would make him breakfast.  I might be a morning person, but The Husband definitely is not.  Making breakfast led to emptying the dishwasher which led to folding last nights laundry which led to a shower which led to me still being wide awake and needing something to do.  Hence the blogging in bed.

Can I just interrupt this exciting play by play to say I am really enjoying blogging in advance.  In a normal situation I would never ever admit The Husband was out of town.  And while I’m not the type of blogger interested in regurgitating my daily schedule for you all, for some reason writing these Throwback Thursday posts in advance like this has somehow felt like journaling.

So here I am, sitting in bed writing you all this blog post.  I chose a picture of Sadie (The Destroyer) for today’s topic since, as I’m sitting in bed writing you all this blog post, I’m listening to her stomach gurgle.  And gurgle.  And gurgle some more.

Sadie Pup PM RW

This pic was taken in the car, probably on the road to visiting the in-laws before Sweetey Petey came along as we board her when we travel these days.  She rode in the back but LOVED poking her head between the seats to see what was going on.  And often times she rested her head on Mike’s shoulder, which even I must admit, was pretty dang cute.

Sadie hasn’t been looking quite this happy these days.  It’s the stomach gurgling.  Over a month ago we went through a bout with her where she was throwing up every morning just before we all woke up (well, as we all woke up because you can’t sleep through that – yikes.)  Her stomach was gurgling and she was emitting bad smells, you know, from the rear end.  Lovely.  Just lovely.

After a few weeks of this she started refusing her food in the mornings.  Not eating is very un-Sadie like.  This dog will eat anything, whether it’s actually food or not.

Early one morning I finally had enough and did some googling.  Dr Veterinarian Google to the rescue.  A pet forum I landed on had an entire thread with dogs having this exact same problem.  According to tons of pet owners, it was very common and easily fixable.  Supposedly it was an acid build up in the stomach issue and a few corrective measures would solve the problem.  One, feed the dog a small snack right before bed so her stomach wouldn’t be empty.  Two, feed the dog a probiotic.  Easy peasy.

Sadie flat out refused the probiotic supplement, but did consent to a bite of food before bedtime.

Problem solved!

For about a week.  Then it all started up again.  I was tired.  The Husband was tired.  The Spot-Bot was tired.

Sadie typically has an iron stomach and calling the vet is not usually our first course of action.  She gets into things and causes trouble and if we called the vet at every stomach gurgle we’d have to take a second mortgage out on the house.

The not eating her food, however, had me concerned.  So I broke down and called the vet and explained the situation.  Her first response was, naturally, you need to bring Sadie in.  I politely and as compassionately as possible explained that we had just replaced our furnace and did not have room for a ginormous vet bill in the budget.

For a frame of reference, the carpet eating incident from years ago cost us close to $900 and was a complete waste of money (and pain for Sadie) because when the vet performed the surgery to remove the carpet strands they claimed to have seen in her intestines on the x-ray, they discovered Sadie had already upchucked it all and there was, in fact, NO CARPET LEFT TO REMOVE.  Fabulous.  So you can see our hesitation is based on years of expensive years with similar outcomes.

Our vet assured me that there would be no costly obligation and there was much she could tell from a simple and cheap office visit.  Fine.  Great.  I convinced Mike to take off work early, drive the half hour back home, pick up the dog and drive the half hour back to the vet which is, ironically, very close to his work.

$350 later we had a diagnosis of “sore tummy.”

Seriously.  “Sore tummy.”

Despite Mike’s protests over doing x-rays on an almost ten year old Labrador, they were done anyway.  He did manage to refuse the suggestion of a costly blood panel because she just had one at her last checkup which wasn’t even two months prior.

We were given (I mean sold of course) a carton of canned food and nausea pills, told to give them to her for three days and to try over the counter Pepcid if this happens again   Fine.  Great.  Gave her the soft food, gave her the nausea meds.  All was well until yesterday (my yesterday, not your yesterday) when Sadie refused her breakfast and started with the stomach gurgling again.  Did I mention she threw up?  She did.  Of course Mike was at work so that was fun for me.  Mike gave her the soft food for dinner last night and a Pepcid.

This morning?  This morning I’m sitting in bed writing you all this blog post and listening to Sadie’s stomach gurgle.

Sigh.  The Husband had better bring me back something good from this conference he’s attending and that’s all I have left to say about that.

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  How far would you go for your pets?  Does their age make a difference to you?  I have a crazy wonderful animal loving friend who spent something like ten thousand dollars on medical treatments for her dog’s rare blood condition.  The dog lived another year and change (maybe close to two??) and my friend had to take a second job to pay off her credit card bills.  Was it worth it?  Where is your limit?

3 Comments

  1. We have spent our fair bit of money on pets, at least my family did. The most expensive was radiation for my cat. Basically, she had thyroid cancer or something, and it was almost cute because my mom had also gone through radiation so they got to have a bonding experience over it. 😉 Anyway, it did cure her so it was worth it because she was only around 10 or so at the time. I don’t remember how much it cost, but it was a one-time thing, versus giving her a pill each day for the rest of her life which would be horrible for everyone and end up being just as pricey depending on how long she lived.

  2. Rosie, our Beagle is roughly eight years old (or so says the vet, despite what the SPCA told us). She’s our baby and I really think we should find another vet, because she makes me feel like crap every time we’re there for a “sore tummy” or other issue that we’re just being super cautious about (“Well, have YOU done anything differently lately?” “Is it possible you left thisorthat out?”). Over the course of the almost two years we’ve had her, we’ve changed her diet multiple times based on vet recommendations, thus lots of visits, and lots of uneaten mostly full bags of food. She’s spoiled rotten, there’s no doubt there, there’s probably not a limit of how much we would pay to have her safe, comfortable, and happy.

  3. For our 17-year-old cat, two vet-times ago they wanted a blood panel, and after I took the $300 plunge I thought to myself, “this is stupid, because if they find something, he’s 15 and we prob won’t pay to fix it. If he’s not in pain I’d rather not know.” Blood panel all clear. Then recently he did have major balance problems (which he miraculously recovered from later) but they wanted a blood panel again. I reluctantly agreed because they said his issue might have been something we could medicate, but then they found no prob and that his panel was stellar for an 80-year-old cat. He’s on his 9th life for sure, but is now on a D-N-S plan as far as I’m concerned (do-not-spend). But he’s still cute. Although highly annoying when he wakes us up all night wanting food because he’s decided he doesn’t like the dry stuff he’s been eating for 17 years.