When I became aware that something was amiss, it was late in the evening, and I was working with my dog all by myself. Uneasy and pacing, my dog was being agitated. Although I allowed her to leave out the back door, she came back without having done anything, and she started circling once more and retching.
It was about ten o’clock at night when I called my emergency veterinarians, and they told me that I could bring her in, but I was miles away from home at the time. At this very moment, I told you, “You need to find me somewhere closer.” They removed the names from the listings of emergency veterinarians in the area. It took me around twenty minutes to travel to my place of employment, which was located in the midst of the country. In the dark black, I hurried away from the scene after securing my dog in the trunk of my vehicle.
He appeared to be at ease. I was given the assurance by the veterinarian that “She has probably just eaten something,” but that we will do an x-ray to be sure.
I found myself sitting by myself in the empty waiting area. Should I have been wrong? It’s possible that I overreacted.
All of a sudden, the veterinarian called me. She demonstrated the x-ray to me. I was aware that it was a terrible thing. “Your dog has a stomach twist,” she said. “I’m sorry to have to do this, but you can either put her down immediately or risk operating, but your dog is in agony and will die a horrifying death within minutes if we don’t act now.” She was sad to have to share this information with you.
After a period of six hours, at 5:15 in the morning, I received a phone call informing me that she had managed to survive.
The veterinarian made the following statement to me: “She would not have survived if you hadn’t acted as quickly as you did.”
Over the next two months, we will be celebrating one year since the procedure, a year that I never imagined I would be able to spend with my dog!
