The last week has been absolutely horrible at Serenity on the Lake. Oh my goodness! My little Libby girl was terribly, terribly sick and I was a whole lot more than a little bit scared, to say the least.
It all started last Saturday night when I found a small lump on her right side, just behind her shoulder area. I had no idea what had happened to her but, given her penchant for flying around the yard at incredible rates of speed and wrestling with her sisters nearly nonstop as puppies will do, I wasn’t too worried. I figured I would just keep an eye on it and go from there. Oh, but no.
Sunday evening, after monsoon worthy winds had battled the area all day, the girls and I came in the house from my comical attempt to mend the fence all by myself in the midst of those ridiculously strong, beyond gale force winds. Ah, that’s another story for another day. As I was preparing to feed the girls, I happened to glance over at my Libby but the creature looking back at me resembled more of a house pet from the planet Klingon than my little baby girl. Good Lord! Her face and eyes were full of lumps…hive-like swelled up lumps…everywhere. Oh. My. Goodness.
Luckily, Cathy the Vet Tech lives just across the street, so I scooped the alien creature up into my arms and took off out my front door in a panic stricken beeline to her front door. She immediately loaded us up with Benedryl and checked to make sure that Libby’s breathing wasn’t labored at all as it appeared she was having an acute allergic reaction. We both figured it was probably a spider bite since we couldn’t find any evidence of anything else. I took her back home and watched her like a hawk for the rest of the night since I didn’t want to have to make a trip to the emergency vet. I wanted to be able to wait and take her to her own vet first thing in the morning.
Morning dawned. Libby had an awful night, very restless, very uncomfortable. Oh, and that lump on her side? Yeah, it got bigger, like ALOT bigger. We headed to the vet.
Doggy Doc was way worried when he saw the baby. I had taken a picture of her the night before in her Klingon state, so he was able to see the hives in their full effect since they had gone down quite a bit by morning. Even he was a bit freaked. The steadily growing lump on her side was also concerning to him as well as the fact that she had a raging fever. The baby was quite ill.
He did a fine needle biopsy of the offending growth, sent the gook he got out of it off to the lab, poked her with several syringes full of medications, and sent her home with antibiotics and Benedryl.
She slept. I worried. The lump? It grew. By Wednesday evening, she was worse. Markedly worse. The growth was now about the size of a tennis ball. She was becoming more and more lethargic. Doggy Doc wanted her back. The cytology results said the abscess was a severe pyogenic inflammation. He gave me a copy of the lab findings. By the way, I do not recommend googling lab findings on your own without knowledgeable medical personnel present. You will absolutely scare the holy crapola out of yourself.
Doggy Doc was way worried now because Lib was getting worse instead of better and he didn’t know why. Her fever raged even higher which caused even more alarm. He opted to shave the area and drain the abscess with a larger gauge needle so it would hopefully continue to drain rather than refill and get bigger again. He also added another antibiotic to her regimen and another medication to help fight the fever. He also instructed that I apply a warm compress to the area at least twice a day. I did it 3 & 4 times a day.
He scheduled her for surgery to insert a drainage tube on Tuesday (tomorrow) if she wasn’t any better by today (Monday). Guess what? She is better. Tons better! Loads better! Puppy kisses and tail waggings better! Doggy Doc saw her today, touched the shaved area and immediately exclaimed, and I swear this is true, “SWEET!”. Surgery is canceled. Libby is doing awesome! She has one more week of antibiotics and other medications to finish (I’m totally fine with that, totally, totally) but it looks like she is firmly on the road to recovery!
Thank you Sweet Jesus. Thank you so much. As I always say, there’s a reason that “dog” is “God” spelled backwards! I’m so glad I still get to be Libby’s Mom.