Well, I have successfully wrecked Pam and Ewen's sleep for two nights. First of all, I believe it's their fault for walking me too much. As I have said before, I may be beautiful but I'm 97yrs old. Anyway, kept them awake on Wednesday night by panting a lot. On Thursday morning they took me to the vet. Handed over under Covid protocols. NOT HAPPY. Then the vets decided to investigate a bit further so I needed to be kept in. By 6pm I was very unhappy and getting stressed. By 8pm my temperature had spiked to 108F which is not good at all. Pam and Ewen were called to come and say good bye because dogs apparently don't survive 108F very often. 104F is critical. I REALLY do like to make them suffer. I did however, decide to let them know I could fight. Very stubborn. My temperature started to come down. Pam and Ewen came back over about 11pm and I was breathing normally, my temperature was normal and my heart was fine. They gave me big cuddles. Then I had to try and walk. Pam whispered the words,"Walkies" and "in the car". I was up and ready to go. Escape. Freedom. But no. Had to stay the night in a kennel. Me? In a KENNEL?? Had to be sedated again. Next morning Pam and Ewen, looking a tad shattered, came to visit but got me home instead. Colin, my favourite vet, Colin Lyons, said I would be better at home because I was stressed. Delighted. Straight into the van. Howled to make them suffer. Straight into my own, luxurious, memory foamed bed. After drinking vast amounts of water, going for a walk and getting loads of cuddles I was breathing normally and was sleeping in my own bed.
Friday, 3 April 2020
Mirren 3rd April
Well, I have successfully wrecked Pam and Ewen's sleep for two nights. First of all, I believe it's their fault for walking me too much. As I have said before, I may be beautiful but I'm 97yrs old. Anyway, kept them awake on Wednesday night by panting a lot. On Thursday morning they took me to the vet. Handed over under Covid protocols. NOT HAPPY. Then the vets decided to investigate a bit further so I needed to be kept in. By 6pm I was very unhappy and getting stressed. By 8pm my temperature had spiked to 108F which is not good at all. Pam and Ewen were called to come and say good bye because dogs apparently don't survive 108F very often. 104F is critical. I REALLY do like to make them suffer. I did however, decide to let them know I could fight. Very stubborn. My temperature started to come down. Pam and Ewen came back over about 11pm and I was breathing normally, my temperature was normal and my heart was fine. They gave me big cuddles. Then I had to try and walk. Pam whispered the words,"Walkies" and "in the car". I was up and ready to go. Escape. Freedom. But no. Had to stay the night in a kennel. Me? In a KENNEL?? Had to be sedated again. Next morning Pam and Ewen, looking a tad shattered, came to visit but got me home instead. Colin, my favourite vet, Colin Lyons, said I would be better at home because I was stressed. Delighted. Straight into the van. Howled to make them suffer. Straight into my own, luxurious, memory foamed bed. After drinking vast amounts of water, going for a walk and getting loads of cuddles I was breathing normally and was sleeping in my own bed.
Pam and Ewen would like to thank Pablo, the night vet, who kept our girl going and allowed us to be with her. He had a rough night with The Diva and was kept very busy. Mirren's bloods, x-rays and scans were all fine. Her spine is fine. Pain is probably the cause of her panting. Probably from too much exercise on top of her arthritis. She might also have some wee brain tumors but we can't check just now and anyway, what could we do? Once again, Galedin Vets Colin and Kirsty were brilliant and the nursing staff go above and beyond. Our girl is home.
Well, I have successfully wrecked Pam and Ewen's sleep for two nights. First of all, I believe it's their fault for walking me too much. As I have said before, I may be beautiful but I'm 97yrs old. Anyway, kept them awake on Wednesday night by panting a lot. On Thursday morning they took me to the vet. Handed over under Covid protocols. NOT HAPPY. Then the vets decided to investigate a bit further so I needed to be kept in. By 6pm I was very unhappy and getting stressed. By 8pm my temperature had spiked to 108F which is not good at all. Pam and Ewen were called to come and say good bye because dogs apparently don't survive 108F very often. 104F is critical. I REALLY do like to make them suffer. I did however, decide to let them know I could fight. Very stubborn. My temperature started to come down. Pam and Ewen came back over about 11pm and I was breathing normally, my temperature was normal and my heart was fine. They gave me big cuddles. Then I had to try and walk. Pam whispered the words,"Walkies" and "in the car". I was up and ready to go. Escape. Freedom. But no. Had to stay the night in a kennel. Me? In a KENNEL?? Had to be sedated again. Next morning Pam and Ewen, looking a tad shattered, came to visit but got me home instead. Colin, my favourite vet, Colin Lyons, said I would be better at home because I was stressed. Delighted. Straight into the van. Howled to make them suffer. Straight into my own, luxurious, memory foamed bed. After drinking vast amounts of water, going for a walk and getting loads of cuddles I was breathing normally and was sleeping in my own bed.
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