Today was huge for us, I got the call that Miller had been moved out of intensive care and back onto the regular ward. For the first time I don’t feel twitchy every time the phone rings incase he’s crashed… I know there’s still a huge journey to go, but the vet is confident that all of his blood levels are returning to those he had pre-surgery, his swelling and bruising is reducing and he’s up and about. He’s not eating unless he’s hand fed but that sounds a lot like him normally -and he’s manipulating everyone into giving him lots of love. They said that he’s hopefully going to be able to come home this week, once he’s able to cope with meds that they can send him home with.
My other dog, our 18 month old Goldendoodle, Toddy, is moping, the last he saw Miller fell down and didn’t get back up. He’s been off his food and generally subdued, and this morning he was making some very weird noises. In my still paranoid state I, of course, immediately got him an appointment at the vet. Turns out he has an inflamed throat and his lymph nodes are up so he’s got antibiotics and anti-inflamatories to take now… I can’t wait to have a couple of healthy dogs at home again.