We had a fur baby crisis yesterday. Remember Zeke? He’s the chocolate lab/whippet mix we adopted over the summer. Well, Zeke and I were out in the backyard when, all of a sudden, he started acting crazy. He would put his head down by the ground, and paw at his wide-open mouth. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I couldn’t see that anything was in his mouth, so I wondered if he had gotten stung by a bee. We have an apple tree in the backyard, and bees are all over the apples on the ground.
I took him back in the house, and, for a little while, he seemed to settle down. Tried again to look in his mouth, but still could not see what was wrong. He still pawed at his mouth once in a while, but not crazily like when we were outside. He even slept for a bit. But, I was still convinced that something was wrong.
I called the vet. They said to bring him in, but, because I didn’t have an appointment, I might have to wait a while because they were booked. I took him in and we waited an hour before the vet actually came to check him out. She was concerned that he either had something jammed up in his mouth and/or possibly a broken tooth. The only way to check for sure was to put him under twilight anesthesia. So, I had to leave him there and she was going to put him under and see what was going on.
I went home without him. She had told me to come back about 5:30, which was only about an hour after I got home, but I couldn’t sit still that whole hour. I was worried about him being under anesthesia, and worried about what she would find. If you have pets, you know they become like one of your kids. I was just as worried about him as I would be about one of my boys!
The clock moved slowly for that hour, but finally it was time to head back. I had to knock on the door because the office was closed for the day. They let me in and led me downstairs where they had taken care of him. He was laying on the floor on a towel, all sprawled out. They had removed a small piece of stick from the roof of his mouth. It was wedged in up there! They saved it in a lunch baggie so I could see what they found.
I was so relieved that he was ok, and amazed at what they pulled out of his mouth. She said it was wedged in there so tight that he never would have been able to get it out on his own. He was still “drunk” from being under, but slowly awakened after I got there. They helped me get him upstairs and into the car. He was going home!!
He was fine after we got home, and it didn’t take long for the “drunkenness” to wear off. He was a little more drowsy than usual last night, but she said that would be normal. Today, he seems to be just fine.
I’m so glad I took him in! And I’m so glad he’s ok!
Love your fur babies!