For those of you who don’t know, I own 2 Beagles, a mother-son (yes, they’re related) duo called Elsie and Harry. Both of them are hella mischievous but I love them with all my heart.
This is Elsie, my bug-eyed sweetheart and also my very first dog.
Since Chinese New Year rolled around, Elsie became very picky and would only eat wet food, like the kind pet shops sell in cans and aluminium trays, and she was also slightly lethargic but we figured that it was just her bring her usual lazy self.
We recently brought her to the vet because we suspected that she could have a toothache or a problem with her gums. After some checks and a blood test, our very dedicated vet told us that Elsie has advanced kidney failure so she’s been hospitalised and put on a drip since Sunday.
Visited her at the vet the second day she was there. Still a cutie!
Part of me feels incredibly guilty for not bringing her to the vet sooner but another part of me is just glad that she’s receiving the treatment and care she needs. At the same time, I’m worried that she won’t respond well to treatment and will leave me prematurely. We’ve only been together for 3 years and that’s definitely not enough.
Thanks to these wild, wild thoughts, I cried myself to sleep on the first night she was in the hospital and my anxiety pretty much sky rocketed 💔
Elsie’s a trooper but the thought of her having to go through all these just breaks my heart.
Harry, on the other hand, isn’t as cheerful or as energetic as he used to be and we suspect that it’s because he misses Elsie. He’s never been away from his mother (not that he realises that they’re related) for longer than a day and that was when Elsie went to get sterilised.
After I got back from the vet and my MRI (that’s a story for another day) on Monday, Harry kept chasing me around the house. He wanted to stick his little nose in my clothes because they smelled very strongly of Elsie.
He’s been whining a lot lately too. Probably because Elsie isn’t around to accompany him 24/7. Poor boy.
I’ve decided to do everything in my power to treat Elsie. Anything goes as long as she gets better but clearly, my mother and I don’t share the same sentiments.
I snapped because I’ve made my stance clear to her multiple times but for some reason, she still feels the need to tell me such things. And it’s odd because I’m sure that she loves and cares for Elsie the same way as I do so why are you saying this?!
Evidently, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now and I’m trying my hardest to compartmentalise but damn, this woman seems hell bent on NOT giving me the break I need.