***JENNIE-FUR*** Saturday night 10:50 pm Prayers/white light/positive energy appreciated very much for Jennie in her continued health struggle, with thanks from her terrified and emotionally drained parents. Jennie was doing *so* well...and now shes not eating. Dammit, dammit, dammit. J just tried to get her to eat some honey, just in an effort to get some calories into her. Nope. The cheesy-pill trick only worked once. I got half another Imodium into her, and then her little stubborn Schipperke brain decided it wasnt going to cooperate...and neither of us could get her jaws open. Holy buckets. Nothings open, OF course, so we cant even go looking for a pill giver thingy (one of those things that looks like scissors crossed with a syringe, where you put the pill on the end, get it into their mouths and toward the back past their tongue, then pop it down their gullet). Its made more difficult by the fact that Jen was abused...and when she doesnt want to do something, she will NOT cooperate. Linda, youre right - dealing with the smart ones can be hell!!! Worth it, absolutely, but hell when youre in the middle of dealing with a dog-shaped toddler who is bound and determined to make this as difficult as possible for you... We got more Pepto into her when J got home and a bit more about an hour ago. Weve tried her regular food, weve tried the hamburger and rice. She wont even take the pills wrapped in cheese, which she ate happily after J got home with the Imodium. Were having serious talks about how far were willing to take this. If we cant pull her out of this, were going to have to have her put down. I cant keep on watching her be so damned miserable. And, this is bringing some pretty awful flashbacks of what happened with Mystie (my first Schip, who owned me and Sharon). Mystie had a tumor (spindle cell carcinoma), and I didnt have the money to get it removed. It grew and grew, and she chewed it open one night after I went to bed. I tried to save her, I did, but I had no money and no one to help. I tried giving her Pedialyte and baby food and a vitamin mixture, but she got weaker and weaker as the days wore on. She became septic, and I just had to watch her slowly die. One morning, she was screaming as I woke. Her kidneys had shut down. I took her in to have her euthanized. I still feel guilty and responsible, and I dont know if I can ever forgive myself for not being able to give her the care she deserved. Now, I feel like its happening all over again...and I dont know what to do. If Jen isnt somewhat better by morning, John *will* take her down to MECA...but thats going to be a headache in itself, while we get accused of being lousy parents b/c our dog has an allergy that they wont believe, let alone be able to *treat* any better than *we* can (with specific regard to her EPI). Shes so special and precious, especially to John. I really believe that Molly (his dog when I met him) picked Jennie out specially for him, so he wouldnt be so sad about losing her. Ill post more when theres anything else to report. Ill be calling stores in the morning to see if I can find any places locally that carry the raw beef pancreas...or if they know where I might be able to get it. Ill call a few of the ethnic stores, as well as the health-food co-ops - *somebodys* got to have an answer... Signing off now, the sad mama
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 04:56:18 +0000
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