When Your Dog is Sick


Dealing with your emotions when your dog is sick, can be tough.  

When I woke up Wednesday I immediately checked in with Elsa.  The night before she had not been able to pick up her ball.  This of course was a huge red flag; something was not right with my girl.  She ate part of my Perfect Bar first thing; but caution took the place of her normal gusto. 

We head downstairs where I tried to offer Elsa a normal treat and she whimpered as she attempted to eat it.  That was it, we were headed to the ER.  Something was definitely not right.

The traffic was horrible; of course it was.  At 7:00am in the morning the traffic is horrendous in SoCal.  To be honest, it's almost always horrible.  I tried to calm myself; Elsa wasn't bleeding to death.  Anxiety started to rise as I got closer.  How many times had I pulled up to the exact Specialty Veterinarian building?  I tried to push away the angst that was brewing in my stomach.  

A flood of emotion came over me as I opened the door to the building once again.  I'd done this trip only a year and a half before; and it had been the last time with Luke.  We signed in and sat awaiting our turn.  Then a nice girl came and got Elsa and brought her to the back to check her vitals.  

After a bit of waiting alone; I was brought back to sit in a room to talk to a Vet.  It was not just any room; it was the very same room where I had sat with Luke on our last visit.  Out of all the rooms they had to bring me to that one?  I remember it clearly as the walls are covered with cat pictures.  Luke and I had had a conversation about the horror of sitting in a cat room.  

As I waited I monitored my emotions.  I was actually surprised that it was all flooding back; and doling out such weighted anxiety.  I realized then that being back in the same building was far more difficult that I had anticipated.  Perhaps if I'd brought Elsa somewhere else it might have been easier.  But if she had something seriously wrong, there was where I'd wanted her to be.  

I ended up having to leave her there at Vets; to wait her turn to be sedated and checked out.  I left and headed for home.  I worried beyond worrying and then some. The level of worry was caused by the fact that I had no idea what was wrong with Elsa.  My mind went from one thing to another and the day turned out to be a big housecleaning event.  I could not focus on anything mentally; so physical work was all I could do. 

This moment in my life, is the very first time since I was eighteen years old that I have only one dog.  Walking into my house that was now dogless was like stepping into the twilight zone.  No one came to sniff me; wondering where all the new smells had come from.  There was no one to care for; just an empty house to dwell in all day.

Finally I head back to the Vets where I was not really enlightened as far as what was going on.  We talked about Masticatory muscle myositis; which he did not think was the cause of Elsa's problem.  It could be a mass, like a tumor; an abscess or any other number of things.  Because it is not something that you can easily see other than visually checking the outside and in the mouth; she was given antibiotics in hopes that it is just an abscess.  

As of this morning there is no change; she remains painful but I have gotten some turkey bone broth into her with her meds and she is now sleeping.  We wait now.  It is all we can do.  


  1. Make sure you are taking care of yourself, when you are doing all you can for Elsa. Losing myself managing a crisis is not beyond me.

  2. Elsa and my Dobergirl Helga are the same age, and I cannot imagine your anxiety. I feel it in your words, and from reading them, how I would be feeling in this situation. Hugs and prayers that Elsa is soon back to her usual self. Yes, take care of you too. Hang in there..

  3. Sherri, prayers for you all that this is simply resolved quickly and Elsa is back to herself soon.

  4. Prayers for you all Sherri. Praying for a simple issue and Elsa to be back to herself soon ❤

  5. My standard just had bloat surgery this weekend. He is almost 11 years old. Of course the other option was euthanasia, but he was very healthy, and of course the bloat came on so quickly, no one was ready to say goodbye. It felt selfish of me to not only spend so much money on the surgery but also because of how old he is we were all unsure what it would look like post surgery. It has been about 5 days and he was released to go home early because of how well he is doing. Of course, we're not out of the woods yet, but I'm glad things are going back to normal after such a traumatic weekend.

  6. Sherri, prayer for you and Elsa. Think of you two. Hope Elsa recover soon and back to herself!

  7. I feel for you Sherri <3 Just recently we almost lost our 11 yr old boy to pancreatitis. We ultimately had to take him to the Ontario Veterinary College in Guelph and we ended up in the exact same room waiting for the vet as I was with my friend less than 2 months earlier when her furbaby died in her arms. My boy was in ICU for 5 days and is healthy and happy now but I can relate to all the feelings of anxiety and loneliness coming home to an empty house with toys all over. I hope that Elsa is home healthy and happy soon <3

  8. Betsy, I am so happy to hear that he is coming home. Best wishes for a continued and full recovery.


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