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Thursday Update: 03/30/06

I’m writing this little update in hopes that I can generate a few prayers for my dog, Buddy. He is very sick. He woke me up in the middle of the night, panting and very restless. I took him to the emergency vet clinic around 2. We left there at 4, with no real answers to why he was feeling so low. The doctor though he was a little dehydrated and that his protein levels were a little high. He recommended I see our regular vet in the morning. A lot of help that was.

Today I took Buddy to see a vet here in Des Moines, for the first time. They ran blood work and another x-ray and found out that he has acute pancreatitis. It is a very serious condition. He must be hospitalized on IV drugs and fluids, along with pain meds…as he is in quite a bit of pain. The doctor said it is like having a fire in your belly. We agreed to try the treatment, to see how he responds. It could be quite expensive, so we’re really going to just have to wait and see how the next few days go. There are no guarantees that he’ll make it. And if it looks like he’s not getting better, or the costs start to sky rocket, we will be faced with a very tough decision. I just pray that he responds quickly and can come home soon. I know there are worse things than losing a dog, but right now, I don’t know if I could handle it. Buddy is a huge mama’s boy…and I can’t imagine our family without him. Please keep him in your thoughts.

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