Feeling a bit wonky just now. Yesterday certainly was full. After a wonderful time at Molly's house with lunch and good company (her house looked so festive), we came home to Daisy the Pug still ill with an awful choking/gagging/hacking noise coming from her throat. It'd started in the morning, and just escalated as the day went on. By bedtime, we figured she'd sleep and whatever was wrong would go away....huh...wishful thinking. She got a couple of the kids out of bed after 1am this morning, and I was so overwrought...thinking she really had something caught in her throat, that I asked Gary if we could take her to the animal emergency clinic. Of course, we did.
Her hacking began again in the examination room, and the vet instantly diagnosed her with tracheitis. An inflamed throat in layman's terms, aka as sort of like kennel cough, though where she picked up any infection is beyond us. Anyway, after a steroid shot along with an antibiotic and sedative, we came home. She was asleep soon after one of the boys made up her bed in the kitchen (alone since she's contagious) and we followed afterward. Asleep by 2:30am. Not fun.
I was so sure she had something stuck in her throat, but the doctor said that if that had been the case that she'd not have had any restful moments between coughing spells. She'd have been determined to get it out. Makes sense in retrospect, but it never occurred to us that she was actually sick.
Not sure why I'm sharing this but I'm so darned tired, and needed to mildly vent. So glad she's better without the awful hacking today. Phew. She's my personal Pug, and for her to have anything wrong with her is totally unbearable.
