Awful Kareem update...
Okay. Forgive any misytping. Lack of sleep.
We noticed she wasn't feeling well yesterday, by which I mean we kept cleaning up the more horrible mess in the world. But we called the vet hospital and they said to just withhold food.
"We're already doing that!" we said.
So we tried to take her to another vet. They told us to withhold food.
"But she's abaolutely empty and still!" we cried.
No dice. They were too busy to see her.
So around 10:30, as I was making a birthday car for my mom, Kareem started to get odder, if less drippy. She just walked and walked and walked the perimeter of the rroom, bumping her head into the wall each time she finished a length of wall.
We call the hospital. Tired of hering my voice (I think) they told us to call another vet.
We did. They said to come in. We did.
Ten minutes later, the convulsive vomiting began all over me andd the new Volvo.
When we got to the vets office, Kareem began to drip from the back end.
Time passed, awfully and stinkily. Slowly.
Eventually, the vet told us she thought it was botulism. We signed papers, handed over more money, left Kareem, came home.
I went to bed at 2 and the phone rang at 4. It was the vet, calling to say it didn't look good.
The phone rang again at 8. A seizure. Slower dripping. Slower hearthrate. "She's holding her own."
In my sleep deprived state I feel mad... at the previous "Owners" and the vets who ignored me. At myself for letting it get so bad.
Poor Kareem. Poor poor Kareem.
Why is it easier for me to pray, really pray, for animalss?
If you're a praying person, say a little prayer?
We noticed she wasn't feeling well yesterday, by which I mean we kept cleaning up the more horrible mess in the world. But we called the vet hospital and they said to just withhold food.
"We're already doing that!" we said.
So we tried to take her to another vet. They told us to withhold food.
"But she's abaolutely empty and still!" we cried.
No dice. They were too busy to see her.
So around 10:30, as I was making a birthday car for my mom, Kareem started to get odder, if less drippy. She just walked and walked and walked the perimeter of the rroom, bumping her head into the wall each time she finished a length of wall.
We call the hospital. Tired of hering my voice (I think) they told us to call another vet.
We did. They said to come in. We did.
Ten minutes later, the convulsive vomiting began all over me andd the new Volvo.
When we got to the vets office, Kareem began to drip from the back end.
Time passed, awfully and stinkily. Slowly.
Eventually, the vet told us she thought it was botulism. We signed papers, handed over more money, left Kareem, came home.
I went to bed at 2 and the phone rang at 4. It was the vet, calling to say it didn't look good.
The phone rang again at 8. A seizure. Slower dripping. Slower hearthrate. "She's holding her own."
In my sleep deprived state I feel mad... at the previous "Owners" and the vets who ignored me. At myself for letting it get so bad.
Poor Kareem. Poor poor Kareem.
Why is it easier for me to pray, really pray, for animalss?
If you're a praying person, say a little prayer?
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