Doggie Day Three

So Mojo had to spend the night at the Emerg clinic again....booooo.

I picked him up from our vet last night and he was stronger and actually barking. Woooo. The techs said he had actually been barking a fair bit of the afternoon...which is good news because he has barely made a peep in days. And those of you that know him at all, know he's a talkative little bugger. I often refer to him as Barky McBarkBark...or Barky McAsshole. :) I was happy to hear his asshole bark!

He looked a bit stronger, but still so much little a sick little old man. I think he was pretty happy to see me until he realized I wasn't taking him home. Dogs are smart like that...they can tell when you turn the car the wrong way.

He had to stay at the clinic with the IV another night because he still isn't eating. The doctor wants to start him on steroids because she is so certain that he likely has lymphoma, but she can't give him the ones she wants to until he starts eating. Hopefully that's today's big success....food. I tried to even tempt him with cheese last night, but no go. He's drinking like a mofo though.

So I picked him up this morning and brought him back to our vet. Hard to say if he's any better...I think he's sick of having to be moved around...and who can blame him. (I have to say I think this whole only one overnight place in town thing is slightly stupid.) I'm hoping he just gets sick of being at the vet and clues in that if he eats he gets to come home.

I'm so lonely without him here. For a year and a half he's been my companion...even when he's annoying and pisses me off. Aside from the week before we moved, when DBF took him in the car to cross the country, I've never been home without him. It's wierd. I keep waiting for him to come wandering in the room and eat the cat's dinner. :(