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Sunday, June 06, 2010 @ 11:39 pm
It was 2 crazy nights.
Friday night, Gooby started vomiting at home.
Cos he vomits once in a while when he eats too fast, we thought it was nothing serious.
Then he had diarrhea.
Came back from STB outing and reached home quite late.
Saw Gooby lying on the floor looking very lethergic and both eb and ab were sleeping on the sofa.
"Why you all sleep outside?"
They were actually worried about Gooby vomitting at night.
In the end, 3 of us slept outside, in the living room.
It was todali difficult to fall asleep without aircon, without my bed, but somehow I didn't mind at all.
And true enough, in the middle of the night, Gooby threw up a few times.
WAHHH, all of us didn't even sleep well.
We were busy cleaning up almost every hour.
Then it was morning and we told Daddy about it.
I wanted to bring Gooby to a vet, cos throwing up a few times?
OBVIOUSLY NOT NORMAL.
But Daddy insisted on waiting one more day, just in case he gets better.
I REALLY felt like quarelling with him, but I'd lose of course.
I felt that it was totally ridic of him to want to wait, bu I can't make the decision.
As much as I love and respect Daddy, sometimes I really hate him for not listening to me, like my reasons and all.
It is a very chauvinistic thing, and I really hate it.
Dragged myself to work feeling SUPER VEXED.
All I could think of was "What if Gooby dies?"
I mean, I knowww, it's a bit extreme, but don't you tend to think about the worst when it's someone very dear?
You get what I mean?
Like, cos Goody's dear to me, I'm afraid of the worst case scenario.
Reached home at night and I literally heaved a sigh of relief when I saw him pop his head up to look at me.
He was all limpy and weak :(
Hurts like hell to see him like that.
After I came out from my bath, I got a shock.
I saw faeces stains on the balcony glass door.
It was nasty, but I didn't feel angry, I was scared.
Usually when Gooby pooped at the wrong place and made a mess, we'd all glare at him and scold him.
But this time, I kept assuring him that it was alright, it was alright.
His diarrhea got worse; the smell was really something sick.
As in, when I smelt it, I could tell it's "SICK DOG'S POO".
Cleaned up, and I decided to sleep outside with him again for another night.
Throughout the night, he vomitted and pooped blood multiple times.
The way he passed his waste was painful to look.
He looked like he was having a hard time and I wanted to cry just looking at him.
I was terrified when I saw the blood? I was like, "OMG OMG HOW?"
It's the kind of helplessness cos there was nothing I could do but just hold him and talk to him.
I can't stop the pain he's feeling, that kind of feeling?
This is the photo I took this morning, I wanted to show the vet.
Totally puked blood. HOW SCARY!
:(
So this morning, I insisted that Gooby had to see a vet.
I mean, I can't risk having him dead or anything?!
Even if Daddy didn't allow, I was just going to cab there on my own.
In the end all of us accompanied Gooby for his first vet visit.
At that time, I was really kind of impatient, and I truly felt like a mother bringing her child to the doctor's.
Absolutely worried.
When I was carrying him, he just rested his head on my shoulder and didn't move.
It was like, he didn't have any strength left in his small body.
I kind of hoped that he'd chew on my sleeve, scratch my face, but that didn't happen.
He just leaned on me, half-closed his eyes, todali limp :(
Thankfully, the vet examined Gooby and assured us that it's nothing serious.
He probably licked something dirty during his walks.
The blood is due to inflammation of his rectum and throat cos
"He's not supposed to use his rectum so many times a day"
OK WHICH IS TRUE.
I felt 100000000 times better after hearing what the vet said.
I mean, even if the bill didn't come cheap, I totally needed that cos I trust her advice.
I needed her to tell me that Gooby's okay.
THANK GUANYINMA.
Collected Gooby's medcine, [freaking 7 bottles!!] and made him porridge for lunch.
It was his first meal in 2 days cos he lost his appetite and refused to consume anything, even honey water.
Added chicken and he polished off the whole bowl.
YAY.
Medicine-feeding was crazy.
I had to feed him the yucky syrup using the syringe.
Boss had to force open his mouth and I'd push the syringe and then we'd hold his mouth shut until he swallowed everything.
He was choking on the gross medication but no choice, he had to get well.
Antibiotics are the worst-smelling shit ever. [and I believe, worst-tasting also]
I really hate syrups that are powdery.
Eeeeewwww to the max.
But surprisingly, Gooby obediently swallowed everything!
He didn't pui anything out.
YAY.
The whole feeding experience felt cruel.
Feeding him, I had this weird feeling.
It was a heartache that no words can describe.
It was as if I'm choking him and causing him misery.
It was like, making foie gras.
OMG.
I know many people reading this might think I'm over-reacting or whatever,
just like what Mummy and Daddy think.
but I just want to say that,
someone who is not a dog owner will never be able to understand how a dog owner feels.
Never ever.
You might think, "OMG! So poorthing, better bring him to a vet! Don't worry k! He'll be alright."
Easier said than done.
The real feeling of seeing your dog fall sick is a million times crazier.
I tried to assure myself that it'll be okay, but it's just not that easy lah.
I was just feeling really flustered + vexed + sad + scared.
Not to mention I'll be departing for Nepal on Wednesday, which is 3 days later, and for a whole 10 days.
If I don't see Gooby recovering within these few days, I really don't think I can set off with a heavy heart.
A dog is not just A DOG, at least for me.
Gooby is as good as human; he's family.
We spent times together, we have a bond, and it's a wonderful thing.
I worry for him, and I cry when he falls ill - it's not over-reacting, it's not like I can control you know.
So thanks Jaz, for understanding me and offering me transport to the vet!
It was a simple sms - "You got transport?"
But it meant alot to me.
I knew you were so ready to chiong here and fetch Gooby and I (:
ILU TTM. <3
And sorry Karthik!
I wasn't really in the mood to gush about Super Junior just now :(
So sorry!
Thank you for worrying for Gooby too!
Seeyou when I'm back!
So Gooby, get well sooooooooon, and faster pull my hair.
Smile a big big smile for me with your tongue hanging out :D
Faster, faster!