Feather whippet will be 15 next month. She is thin and frail and takes a lot of nursing, but she's only on one medication and although she mostly sleeps she still has her moments of joy, happiness and animation, so I don't think her time has come. That almost changed in the early hours of Wednesday morning. I was roused from a deep sleep by a dog panting under the doona. I pulled back the cover and poor Feather was just laying there, immovable, panting frantically with bulging eyes and bright red gums. She'd lost bladder control which she NEVER does normally but the area around her mouth was just as wet from her panting.
My my poor little girl had got too hot under the doona but was trapped by the other dogs and possibly my legs, and she was too weak and frail to get out of there.
I yanked all the bedding off and laid her on a damp towel and then put a damp face washer on her chest and turned the fan on her. I started syringing water into her mouth but it still took about 20 minutes for her to stop her frantic panting. After a while she seemed calm but when I tried to get her to stand she couldn't. She could use her front legs, but her back ones just dragged behind her.
I just lay beside her till morning and continued to rehydrate her by syringing honey water every few minutes. I made an appointment with the vet but the earliest I could get in was 11.45am. She hadn't tried to stand once since I'd "rescued" her from under the covers at about 2.20am. I carried her outside once it was light and she was weak but able to have a wee, but when she came back inside she didn't want to open her eyes and the inner eyelid was halfway across her eyes. I wondered if she might have had a thumping migrane from dehydration.
I sat sat beside her on my bed with my hand on her chest feeling her heart beat so weak, and her breathing so slow, I was sure she was dying. I even rang and cancelled the vet appointment as I didn't want to stress her and thought she wouldn't make it to 11.45am anyway.. But that time came and went and she just continued to lay there peacefully. Then sometime around 1pm she lifted her head and her eyes looked a bit clearer. I lifted her off the bed and she was able to make her own way outside for a wee, then toddled back in and went to the fridge making it very clear she'd like a bite to eat!. So I happily fed her and since then she's recovered and is back from the dead to her normal self!
I know she won't be around for very much longer, we take each day as it comes, but clearly I had it wrong on Wednesday and she told me, not today mummy, not today.