Dinky update

Baby Dinky has been growing and gaining weight, crawling faster, making eye contact, moving his ears toward sounds, and being a little playful now that he is approaching the 4-week mark.

Yesterday we had a big scare with him after I was just thinking he was in the clear.  He seemed more tired and lethargic, weaker than usual.  I watched him all day but around 4 I freaked out and packed him up and ran him to the emergency vet on Summer.  His breathing was labored and he was difficult to rouse.  I cried in the waiting room and prayed that he wouldn't leave us--I've grown so attached to this kitten and love him so!  The nurses took him to triage while I sniffled in the waiting room and was comforted by a 3 sweet ladies, one with a sick pomeranian and another with a cute little wire-haired terrier with one ear covered in long hair and the other ear with short, chopped off fur.  She looked lopsided in her little carrier with her head popped out of the top.  The owner was a kind elderly lady, probably in her 70's.  I asked her what her dog's name was, to which she replied, "Shannon."  So funny when pets have names that are too human.  Devon's dad's dog's name is Josh.  I laugh about that.  I mean, names like Madison and Alli seem like good dog names, but when people name their dogs Jason or Heather it gets kind of weird for me.

Anyway, Shannon the pup was getting a haircut this week when her mom accidentally cut her ear with the grooming scissors and she had to be rushed to the vet.  The owner didn't keep Shannon's cone on properly, so Shannon managed to scratch out the sutures and remove the gauze.  She was at the emergency vet to get re-stitched and re-gauzed.  When the nurse brought her back out, Shannon had a cone around her neck and the old lady moaned in her chair, "Ohhhh Shannon!  Oh goodness Shannon!  She is NOT going to like that cone!  No ma'm.  Can I take this off?"

So Shannon was probably going to have to go back to the vet this week for more stitches and gauze since the owner couldn't bare to have her wear the cone.

Somebody else brought in a pitbull wrapped in a blankie.  I wondered if he had been in a fight or something, but when the receptionist asked the owner what was wrong, he declared, "He drank too much!  Had too much food!"

Meanwhile, Dinks was having blood drawn, x-rays, and other tests ran.  The vet said that Dinky was a baby girl, though my regular vet told me it was a he??  So now we don't really know because certain things, um, take a while to develop down there, I guess?

Turns out Dinky has a bad bacteria infection ins his gut.  His little belly is really swollen with fluids :(
He's on antibiotics and getting lots of TLC and rest.  I was relieved that he hadn't aspirated but I'm still worried about his little belly.

Thanks everyone for your sweet text messages in my moments of distress.  I hope I never have to go back to that emergency vet place.  It was so sad hearing the animals groaning and the place was creepy and cold.  I just wanted to take Dinks and run from there.  I wished everyone in the waiting room good luck and high-tailed it outta there.