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thejunipertreeIt's amazing how much things can change in a handful of hours.
When I called the vet earlier today, he was still basically encouraged about Aardie's situation. Oxygen levels were still up, he'd eaten, the vet techs were spoiling the shit out of him with scraps from their lunches. I went to visit around seven-thirty this evening and the second I saw him, my heart dropped through my chest.
He looked so tiny in the oxygen tent, resting on a pile of felt blankets. Breathing through his mouth again, far too skinny (only since Saturday, how is this even possible?!). He got very excited when he spotted me through the walls of his tank, but wobbled unsteadily on his feet as he attempted to get closer. I asked one of the techs if I could hold him, but they told me no. He gets far too stressed out and squirmy when he's picked up and they didn't want to upset him, but they'd let me open the tank and pet him as much as I wanted.
He started bruxing and eye-boggling the second I ran my fingers down his spiny back and licked my hand continously whenever it got close to his face. Every time he tried to stand up and walk, he stumbled over and fell a few times. He wanted out of the tank and onto me, but I couldn't pick him up. I talked to him quietly, rubbing the peachfuzz on his snout and scritched behind his ears until the vet saw me in there and came in to talk.
He hadn't checked on him in a bit and was surprised to see how deteriorated Aardie's condition had grown. He had me try picking him up, to get some food into him because it looked like he hadn't eaten, but it just wasn't happening.
We're giving him one more day.
I made an appointment for seven o'clock tomorrow night. If he's gotten any better, I'll be taking him home for further treatment. If he's gotten worse, or stayed the way he currently is, then I'll have to finally make the decision I really don't want to make.
When I called the vet earlier today, he was still basically encouraged about Aardie's situation. Oxygen levels were still up, he'd eaten, the vet techs were spoiling the shit out of him with scraps from their lunches. I went to visit around seven-thirty this evening and the second I saw him, my heart dropped through my chest.
He looked so tiny in the oxygen tent, resting on a pile of felt blankets. Breathing through his mouth again, far too skinny (only since Saturday, how is this even possible?!). He got very excited when he spotted me through the walls of his tank, but wobbled unsteadily on his feet as he attempted to get closer. I asked one of the techs if I could hold him, but they told me no. He gets far too stressed out and squirmy when he's picked up and they didn't want to upset him, but they'd let me open the tank and pet him as much as I wanted.
He started bruxing and eye-boggling the second I ran my fingers down his spiny back and licked my hand continously whenever it got close to his face. Every time he tried to stand up and walk, he stumbled over and fell a few times. He wanted out of the tank and onto me, but I couldn't pick him up. I talked to him quietly, rubbing the peachfuzz on his snout and scritched behind his ears until the vet saw me in there and came in to talk.
He hadn't checked on him in a bit and was surprised to see how deteriorated Aardie's condition had grown. He had me try picking him up, to get some food into him because it looked like he hadn't eaten, but it just wasn't happening.
We're giving him one more day.
I made an appointment for seven o'clock tomorrow night. If he's gotten any better, I'll be taking him home for further treatment. If he's gotten worse, or stayed the way he currently is, then I'll have to finally make the decision I really don't want to make.
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Date: 2005-02-24 07:43 am (UTC)