Thanks for everyone's well wishes for my babies. Yesterday was not a good pet day though.
When I brought them home, Skunk (my male) popped out of the box and started running around, drinking, playing, etc. Arwen was still sleeping, so I laid her on my bed and kept watch. After she didn't wake up for two hours, I paged the emergency vet. After a couple of phone conversations and several attempts to wake her, the vet asked me to bring her out there. This vet is 30 min away... So I drove my babies out there, Arwen still sleeping, Skunk meowing and trying to get out of his box the whole way (I had to bring him, because it wasn't a good idea to let him roam around alone after surgery). Once we got there, the vet spent about 30 min monitoring Arwen, taking her vitals, etc. She finally determined that she was just having more difficulty than usual coming out of the anesthesia. So I brought her home, and let her sleep. I began to worry about her hydration, so I gave her some water with a dropper. That revived her beyond belief. About an hour later, she was standing for the first time in 8 hours, and she ate just a tad. *PHEW*
This morning she's wonderful. She's eating, drinking, using the litterbox, everything. And she's been so lovable all morning. She really scared me last night...
And when I got home from taking her to the vet, I found Petey mouse, dead
He was the sweetest, calmest, most awesome mouse ever. I didn't have him very long, but I loved him
There was a lot of crying last night, between Arwen's scare and Petey's death.
Sometimes I think maybe I shouldn't have pets. It hits me so hard when something bad happens to them. *sigh*
Thanks agian to everyone for thinking of my babies.
When I brought them home, Skunk (my male) popped out of the box and started running around, drinking, playing, etc. Arwen was still sleeping, so I laid her on my bed and kept watch. After she didn't wake up for two hours, I paged the emergency vet. After a couple of phone conversations and several attempts to wake her, the vet asked me to bring her out there. This vet is 30 min away... So I drove my babies out there, Arwen still sleeping, Skunk meowing and trying to get out of his box the whole way (I had to bring him, because it wasn't a good idea to let him roam around alone after surgery). Once we got there, the vet spent about 30 min monitoring Arwen, taking her vitals, etc. She finally determined that she was just having more difficulty than usual coming out of the anesthesia. So I brought her home, and let her sleep. I began to worry about her hydration, so I gave her some water with a dropper. That revived her beyond belief. About an hour later, she was standing for the first time in 8 hours, and she ate just a tad. *PHEW*
This morning she's wonderful. She's eating, drinking, using the litterbox, everything. And she's been so lovable all morning. She really scared me last night...
And when I got home from taking her to the vet, I found Petey mouse, dead
He was the sweetest, calmest, most awesome mouse ever. I didn't have him very long, but I loved him
There was a lot of crying last night, between Arwen's scare and Petey's death.
Sometimes I think maybe I shouldn't have pets. It hits me so hard when something bad happens to them. *sigh*
Thanks agian to everyone for thinking of my babies.
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-will miss his dogs sooooo much,
Dave
i'm in a huge fight with one of my friends. he kinda shares 30% of a hampster with his housemate, and this hampster is SICK - something's wrong with her eye, there's a swollen folicle or something right next to it and it's a bit bloody, and just yesterday she managed to get a huge goiter-like thing below her chin. i saw this and immediately made an appt for her at the vet - and then my friend got mad at me for taking responsibility for this hampster, even though i was gonna pay medical costs, everythying. he was like "you always assume that you know what's best for the animal, i'm not paying the 500 dollars of care that will come after this, it's a bad idea, you should have talked with us before makin the vet appt" when a) i KNOW they will not take her to the vet, b) she's obviously suffering, c) i'm not asking them to take any responsibility for this appt, and d) it was only a diagnostic appt. when i talked to the vet on the phone later she said it was prob only a viral infection. but i got SO PISSED OFF AND UPSET that i walked out of the room right as i was starting to cry, cancelled the appt, and now won't have anything to do with it anymore. i mean, fuck, i HATE people who think that the smaller an animal is, the less medical care they have to give it, if at all. and i mean, i hate to think of this hampster sitting there in pain but i don't know what to do . . . and i'm just so mad at my friend for giving me shit for making a vet appt for his animal. i feel like punching him. maybe this should have been a journal entry. oh well.