She seemed to be having problems controlling her bladder for a while and sometimes it seemed that it hurt for her to pee. She’d lick and lick and lick and sometimes scoot along the carpet or grass. The vet immediately diagnosed her as having an infection. Then as there was no progress he said it was an allergy irritating her down there. It was only when we could see that her pee was slightly tinged with red, which meant blood in the urine, that he scheduled some tests and OMG bladder stones.
I looked all around and only the Ohio State University’s veterinary medicine school offered a process that used sound waves of some sort to break up the stones and make them possible. We couldn’t get a hold of them, though, so we had no choice but to schedule an invasive surgery for Gracie.
My dad and I picked her up Thursday around four and she seemed okay. She was wagging her stubby tail and licked my face. The vet said that her bladder was very scarred from the stones and he showed us the stones and they were slightly larger than marbles. I could only imagine how those could hurt. He also said that she’d peed on the floor of the OR and that it did have some blood in it. He said that she might pee blood for a little while and to every so often check her gums (make sure they’re pink) to check and see if she’d lost a dangerous amount of blood. Nothing to it, we thought.
Then we got her home and she peed bright, fingernail polish red. We made her a bed of old blankets and towels, put a housebreaking pad between her and the towels and blankets. We gave her a little bit of water as the post-op instructions told us to. She kept on bleeding, though. I mean, the fur on her butt and hind legs was bright red from the blood. I kept checking her gums and she was okay, but she was losing so much blood it scared my parents and me to death.
The vet clinic that had taken care of her was closed and the docs had gone home. We knew of the emergency vet clinic, but we all remembered that our last dog, Sweetie, had died there. Needless to say we were hesitant to send Gracie there especially after dad called. He said that the background noise sounded more like a party than a vet’s office and that the young girl who took his call said the vet was busy with other animals. So we just kept on changing the blankets, towels, and housebreaking pads. When she started to shiver we warmed up some blankets in the dryer and tucked her in with them. I watched her all evening. I finished Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere while watching her - good book, but that’s a different subject. Then my mother took over. I went to bed and she slept in a sleeping bag next to Gracie.
It’s been rough, but she’s not bleeding much at all now and her gums are good. She’s still on the blankets and very lethargic, but she’s good. Her eyes look much more alert and she’s been licking my face all happy and puppy-like. I’m so glad she’s going to be okay. Sweetie died from blood loss when she was about five…
Now the vet is supposed to analyze the bladder stones to see what they’re made of. Once he figures that out he can decide on what path we’re to follow as far as treatment goes. Poor dog, now she’s getting a bath to get all of that blood out of her fur. I think on the parts that she is white she’ll have some staining. Poor girl…
Oh, and if you have any suggestions, I would be forever grateful if any of you could point me in the direction of good erotic stories. The pictures don’t do it for me. Sometimes they make me laugh, even. I like the stories. So… Please?