gentle giants
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Whatever Toby had was contagious, Max got it too.
Tuesday morning, Max was a little droopy, but he ate all his feed as usual. I had to convince him to come out and play that evening, because he didn't want to do anything but huddle in his pen. His tummy felt a little tight to me, so I gave him some simethicone, but it didn't seem to make any difference. I thought mabye he was starting to go into stasis because of all the stress he has had lately, apparently I was wrong.
Yesterday he didn't eat his pellets, other than a couple of bites. So that afternoon after I picked the kids up from school, I mixed up some pumpkin and pedialyte for him. But when I picked him up, I saw that his breathing had become faster than normal, and slightly shallow. So I called the vet, and took him straight in. This was about 3:30pm. Doc took an x-ray, and saw that there was fluid gathering in his chest, around the outside of his lungs. He decided to start him on antibotics in case of infection, and lasiks (sp?) to make his body get rid of the fluid. He also wanted to keep him for about an hour and half to keep an eye on his breathing and see if the medicine was going to start helping. So about 4pm, I went over to the library and picked up a ccouple of books to read, I figured I would be hanging out at the vet's until close. At a little before 5pm, I arrived back at the vet's office, and Doc met me at the door with the news that Max had crashed about five minutes ago, and had gone downhill so fast they were unable to do anything for him.
Because this is the same thing Toby did, and Teddy and Marie have now been exposed to Max, we are doing a necropsy to see if we can figure this out before I lose any more this way. It took Max about a week and half to go down after Toby passed, so I figure I have about that long before Teddy and Marie do the same. Assuming that Marie hasn't passed it to everyone in the barn by now.
I have still not really realized that I will never again see Max do his wild binkies all over the living room every night, or tease the dog to chase him with his bunny 500's. He will never dig and nip at my ankles for attention, or rearange my shirt to just how he likes it, or hang off the side of the pen at feeding time. I can't snuggle my nose into his fuzzy bunny face and smell his sweet bunny smell anymore, or rub his ears until he purrs. My baby is really and truly gone.
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Tuesday morning, Max was a little droopy, but he ate all his feed as usual. I had to convince him to come out and play that evening, because he didn't want to do anything but huddle in his pen. His tummy felt a little tight to me, so I gave him some simethicone, but it didn't seem to make any difference. I thought mabye he was starting to go into stasis because of all the stress he has had lately, apparently I was wrong.
Yesterday he didn't eat his pellets, other than a couple of bites. So that afternoon after I picked the kids up from school, I mixed up some pumpkin and pedialyte for him. But when I picked him up, I saw that his breathing had become faster than normal, and slightly shallow. So I called the vet, and took him straight in. This was about 3:30pm. Doc took an x-ray, and saw that there was fluid gathering in his chest, around the outside of his lungs. He decided to start him on antibotics in case of infection, and lasiks (sp?) to make his body get rid of the fluid. He also wanted to keep him for about an hour and half to keep an eye on his breathing and see if the medicine was going to start helping. So about 4pm, I went over to the library and picked up a ccouple of books to read, I figured I would be hanging out at the vet's until close. At a little before 5pm, I arrived back at the vet's office, and Doc met me at the door with the news that Max had crashed about five minutes ago, and had gone downhill so fast they were unable to do anything for him.
Because this is the same thing Toby did, and Teddy and Marie have now been exposed to Max, we are doing a necropsy to see if we can figure this out before I lose any more this way. It took Max about a week and half to go down after Toby passed, so I figure I have about that long before Teddy and Marie do the same. Assuming that Marie hasn't passed it to everyone in the barn by now.
I have still not really realized that I will never again see Max do his wild binkies all over the living room every night, or tease the dog to chase him with his bunny 500's. He will never dig and nip at my ankles for attention, or rearange my shirt to just how he likes it, or hang off the side of the pen at feeding time. I can't snuggle my nose into his fuzzy bunny face and smell his sweet bunny smell anymore, or rub his ears until he purrs. My baby is really and truly gone.
:bigtears::bigtears::bigtears::bigtears::bigtears::bigtears::bigtears::bigtears::bigtears:
