All Dogs Go to Heaven, Eventually

Remember that little Chihuahua I mentioned in my last post? Last week she decided to go a knockin' on death's door (no exaggeration). She became all sorts of nasty-sick. The kind of sick that involves multiple bathroom trips and blood coming out of orifices (TMI? My bad).

We rushed her out to the local vet where we were told to give her Pepto bismol and be on our merry way. We dutifully wrestled our little 2 1/2 pound dog to squirt that lovely pink liquid down her throat but later that night she became a limp Chihuahua noodle. She couldn't stand and could barely breathe. She was practially comatose. She looked like this, tongue hanging out and all.

It might have been funny if it wasn't so tragically, pathetically heartbreaking. I held my poor little dog and cried through the night like the ridiculous pet owner that I am.

The following morning she was shockingly still alive. We rushed her back to the vet. He gave her some doggy steroids and hooked her up to an IV right quick to pump some fluids into her system. ***Now I know as a told some people this story they were on the edge of their seats ready to mock me during this part. "Seriously, you paid for an IV for your DOG?!" "Oh you're one of THOSE people." But let me tell you, that IV was only fifty bucks and I love that stupid dog. And I've come to the realization that if I was loaded, I might be one of THOSE people. Mock away. It's all good.

We took her home, IV bag and all.

After a few days, she was right as rain. She's back to barking at every little thing and whining in the middle of the night. Basically back to making Dillon question if marrying me was worth it. Jokes...kind of.