Major Detour

My heartworm treatment scheduled for Monday February 2nd was delayed. I will save you the gruesome details, but suffice it to say that I got an infection at the site where my neuter was. Saturday morning when my foster mother got up she noticed that I did not look or feel right. She called the Doctor's office and they said come right away. The funny thing was she was still in her PJs, hadn't showered, brushed her hair or teeth, but she scooped me up and ran out the door. Fortunately for her they put us in an exam room immediately. She looked so disheveled that one of the vet assistants asked her if she had "the crud" that was going around, she said no that was how she looks when she first rolls out of bed. I think she looked as bad as I felt, which gave me a little chuckle.

We stayed at the vet clinic Saturday for a couple of hours, and of course, they wanted to check my blood AGAIN and take x-rays. They sent me home with lots of medicine. By Sunday morning I was even worse, so although they were closed, two Doctors met us up at Summerfield Vet (they are very good to me and ARFP). I had another exam and more medicine. Sadly, I was no was no better Monday, so I had emergency surgery, which I am happy to report was successful. I spent Monday in the hospital but got to go home Tuesday night. I am feeling SO much better--I can sit down now, which I could not do before. I guess you know what is coming next...this unexpected detour will mean that it will be a few more weeks before we can consider starting heartworm treatment. I am getting as famous for my delays as O'Hare. Thanks for your prayers and well wishes--I know they carried me over this roadblock. Keep them coming (if you don't mind, will you please include my foster parents in your prayers too; I think I shaved a few years off their lives this weekend). Fondly, Tucker

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