Last weekend, my dog Luke had to have emergency surgery to remove a 50' section of bungee rope from his stomach. (Not the thick stuff, it was basically a 50' hairtie). He seemed to recover after the surgery, but he has refused to eat, and hasn't eaten since almost a week before his surgery. He has gone downhill fast in the last day and a half. Yesterday morning he was unable to move and his breathing was painful and labored. We rushed him to the vet, but the vet could find nothing wrong. He kept trying to put an IV in Luke for the sake of fluids, but Luke kept pulling them out.
I got a call last night that his kidneys are failing, and his white blood cell count is above 26,000. They have no idea where the infection is, and they can't seem to get his count down. Unless he gets a miracle by tomorrow night, he will need to be put down.
If you pray, please pray for Luke. That silly little Sheltie was the only thing that kept me sane while we were living with my physically abusive step father and my mother was simultaneously going through cancer treatment. He slept in my bed every night. That boy is my guardian angel. I would be lost without him
I got a call last night that his kidneys are failing, and his white blood cell count is above 26,000. They have no idea where the infection is, and they can't seem to get his count down. Unless he gets a miracle by tomorrow night, he will need to be put down.
If you pray, please pray for Luke. That silly little Sheltie was the only thing that kept me sane while we were living with my physically abusive step father and my mother was simultaneously going through cancer treatment. He slept in my bed every night. That boy is my guardian angel. I would be lost without him
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