Vet Visit

Sasha's yearly vet visit was yesterday.

We went in, and the vet was reviewing her file to see if she was due for rabies. After a couple of minutes, she got to the bit about the hemorrhagic gastroenteritis. "Oh, I remember Sasha! We thought for sure she was going to die! She was the sickest I ever saw a dog with this that lived. We were all so happy when she pulled through."

This was news to me. Apparently, they told Jeromy at the time but no one told me because, well, I was already pretty unhinged. Nothing like your little buddy in an incubator with an IV in her arm, pooping blood. I remember going in every day after work to visit her, and she was barely able to lift her little head, yet she'd try to get up to climb into my lap. I did what any sane pug owner would do and wrapped her up in a towel to keep her warm and cuddled her. I also used to give her a sponge bath every day because I didn't think anyone could possibly get well covered in their own bloody excrement.

Since then, Sasha has been back three times - last year's shots, to have a cracked tooth removed, and this years shots. Each time, she has put her little paws on either Jer's or my chests for as much of the visit as possible and looked up at us with a pleading, "Please don't leave me" look.

Hopefully, we'll never have to again.

On the plus side, Sasha is in wonderful shape:
- She weighs in at 16.3 lbs, which she has stayed at her entire adult life (excepting when she was sick and dipped down to 12 lbs)
- Her teeth are in great shape and the oral hygeine we do on her shows (we rub her teeth with a wet washcloth once or twice a week and give them a good brushing with doggy toothpaste on bath day)
- Her temperature is perfect
- One of her ears is slighty gooky, but this is attributable to her allergies
- Her heart and lungs sound perfect
- the vet palpitated her stomach and said everything felt perfect in there.