This past weekend was, well, somewhat frightening. Saturday morning we woke up to find that half of Spike's face was swollen. As usual, Google scared the crap out of me so I started calling vets. I was worried because I have no extra money to visit a vet. Everywhere I called, I got the same response - we only take CareCredit, a credit card which I knew from previous experience, I didn't qualify for. So I called Dad. His dog is always sick (she's allergic to grass. Can you believe that?), so I figured he could help.
We determined 2 things - 1) Spike got bit on the nose by a bug. 2) There was something in our food that did not agree with him.
We cancelled all our plans for the weekend. To deal with the swelling, we got childrens benadryl and gave him really low doses all day Saturday. In the evening, when we figured out the food issue, we stopped giving him bites of our food. Of course he got to spend all day on the couch in my lap, while I cried off and on, worrying about what would happen in the next few days. Instead of sleeping in his kennel Sat night, he got to sleep with us. I wanted to make sure that if something was wrong, I'd know. Apparently he likes the floor better than our bed, because he can see out the window. Sunday, the swelling was gone, but he was still mopey. He spent all day on the couch with me, but was happy to go outside with Hubs. He slept with us again last night, just in case.
This morning I awoke to a very happy, bouncy, back-to-normal Spike, which relieved my fear that I could lose him. I've lost a dog before, and didn't want to go through it again. I'm so thankful I didn't have to. I was happy to give up my weekend to make sure spike got all the care he needed. If people do it for their human children, I see no reason why I can't do it for my furchild!