Polly, the puppy I bottle fed from a week old is at the vets. She had diareah and vomited last night. I gave her some albon and thought she would be ok. When I got home from work at 11 this morning my parents said she had vomited non stop and had had diareah non stop for several hours. I found her under my wardrobe. She looked dead. I drug her out and she still just lie there. I scooped her up and ran to the car. Calling the vet on my way he met me at the clinic. I was bawling.
Poor Polly's eyes are rolled in the back of her head. She's so weak. We pumped some liquids in her and gave her some sentinal to stop the vomiting. Of course my first thought was parvo, but fortinatly the test came back neg. The fecal came back neg as well. The vet thinks she must have eaten something she wasn't suppose to. We're treating her like a poison.
I left her at the clinic around noon. It's 3:12pm and I keep calling back for updates. My co-workers just keep telling me it's not looking good, but they are trying. The vet said he will call me back before 6pm, but I can't wait that long. I'm going nuts. I keep crying! How could I let this poor puppy I've worked so hard to keep alive get poisoned?! I feel like it's totally my fault. I keep such a good eye on her and don't see how she could have gotten a hold of anything.
Please keep my sweet Polly Pocket and my sanity in your prayers.