Going to see Bella
Today we went to see Bella together. And even though they told me she wouldn't be able to go home yet, I had my hopes. As soon as the clinic opened, we were there. After waiting about half an hour by the main desk we went inside the "cage" room. Bella was lying on her side and we both could tell that she wasn't happy. She didn't even get up when she saw us. I opened the cage, moved the IV cables to the side, and took little Bella in my arms. She started wagging her tale and lightened up a bit. We were now waiting for the doctor to show up. The veterinarian came few minutes later and when Rob asked her if we could take Bella home, the lady quickly answered: "NO!" And than she added: "... But if you want, you can take her home today." We looked at each other. Hmmm.... Ok. She told us that Bella has been drinking water but is still not interested in food. We suggested that maybe when she gets home, she will start eating. The doctor said that she will send a technician to detached all of the wires so we could take our pup out of there. Then she left.
Bella was getting seriously anxious to leave her cage and kept pushing on my chest, which, by the way, was as full of hair as Bella herself. Rob was totally taken by exchanging male-to-male looks with the cat sitting in the adjacent cage. The young cat had a broken leg in cast, and was hissing the whole time. Rob took it personally and tried to intimidate the poor kitten. The war was on. I did my best by explaining to Rob that the kitten is hurt, lonely, and just miserable, but Rob wasn't even paying attention (that happens so often!). He didn't even let me talk sweetly to the cat, comforting the kitten in its pain. Both Rob and the cat exchanged more provocative moves, face expressions, unpleasant and R-rated words, and since none of them seem to win, I had to put a stop to it by sending Rob after the technician. Obviously we were in the "cage" room way too long.
The technician came, without Rob, and took the bandages and IV off. Bella was finally free and going home with her mommy and daddy. She ran outside and even with the sores on her legs, she enjoyed the open grass field with peeing all over the place. Than we found Rob, paid, got our stuff and left.
Bella, was sitting in my lap the whole way home, happy as a little doggy can be. She knew we were leaving the clinic behind us.
The veterinarian told us that Bella is not supposed to eat much, and if she starts vomiting again, we have to bring her back to the clinic. When we came home all of the pets came to welcome her; it was soooo cute! Bella drank liters of water, but still wouldn't eat. Later on, I broke a milk bone and gave her some pieces from my hand. Bella ate that, which made me happy. And she didn't throw it up. Yeaaahhh! She is still very quiet and lying close to me, but I am hoping tomorrow she will be feel better. It's good to have the whole zoo together again. :-)
Back at home, Bella is tryin to get rid of the last bandages.
Here Bella is resting on the couch. Her poor legs were shaved and she has blood bruises on all four.
Bella was getting seriously anxious to leave her cage and kept pushing on my chest, which, by the way, was as full of hair as Bella herself. Rob was totally taken by exchanging male-to-male looks with the cat sitting in the adjacent cage. The young cat had a broken leg in cast, and was hissing the whole time. Rob took it personally and tried to intimidate the poor kitten. The war was on. I did my best by explaining to Rob that the kitten is hurt, lonely, and just miserable, but Rob wasn't even paying attention (that happens so often!). He didn't even let me talk sweetly to the cat, comforting the kitten in its pain. Both Rob and the cat exchanged more provocative moves, face expressions, unpleasant and R-rated words, and since none of them seem to win, I had to put a stop to it by sending Rob after the technician. Obviously we were in the "cage" room way too long.
The technician came, without Rob, and took the bandages and IV off. Bella was finally free and going home with her mommy and daddy. She ran outside and even with the sores on her legs, she enjoyed the open grass field with peeing all over the place. Than we found Rob, paid, got our stuff and left.
Bella, was sitting in my lap the whole way home, happy as a little doggy can be. She knew we were leaving the clinic behind us.
The veterinarian told us that Bella is not supposed to eat much, and if she starts vomiting again, we have to bring her back to the clinic. When we came home all of the pets came to welcome her; it was soooo cute! Bella drank liters of water, but still wouldn't eat. Later on, I broke a milk bone and gave her some pieces from my hand. Bella ate that, which made me happy. And she didn't throw it up. Yeaaahhh! She is still very quiet and lying close to me, but I am hoping tomorrow she will be feel better. It's good to have the whole zoo together again. :-)
Back at home, Bella is tryin to get rid of the last bandages.
Here Bella is resting on the couch. Her poor legs were shaved and she has blood bruises on all four.
posted by Beata | 9:01 PM
5 Comments:
Way to bring up the cat, honey. Nice. Just so everybody knows, I wasn't being mean to the cat. I just wanted Bea to stop talking to it because it kept getting up and walking around on its cast. As far as the hissing thing goes, I don't know what the cat's deal was, but it wouldn't stop. So all I said was, "Wonder how you ended up with a broken leg..." Cats.
....and than came all the R-rated stuff! and the nose shrinking and the mean eye and.... oh, I could go on and on. Honey, be happy that this is ALL what I wrote!
Funny, Rob. Big Special Forces guy intimidating a cat in a cast.
And Beata, what did the doc say was wrong with Bella. No appetite isn't really a diagnosis. Love, Mom
PS--I'm glad she's home.
I'm so glad your baby is home. Hopefully being in the comfort of her own home and with her family she will gain her appetite back.
Take care sis.... Bella too.
I am so glad your baby is home Beata, but like Jer, I too want to know, what is the diagnosis? I would still be worried until I knew what is wrong. The stay at the vet had to result in them coming to some conclusions surely, otherwise how could they administer the proper treatment (other than fluids and liquid food)?
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