The decision was made for me to pick him up Sunday because of my previous experience as a vet tech. I could continue supportive care at home. I braced myself when I picked him up Sunday morning for the worst; but I was greeted by the old Mr. Bones. His whole butt wagging, licking, licking, licking self. When I took the leash from the tech, he immediately turned back around to give her kisses like he was saying, “Hey, thanks lady!” and then he was ready to run home. Just like that, he seemed totally fine again.
When I got him home, he snuggled in bed with myself and my husband and took a nap. When they got up, Dave put him in the bathroom to keep him isolated from the other dogs so he wouldn’t get too excited while we got some housework done. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, until late that evening.
At approximately 9 o’clock pm, Bones passed black, tarry, bloody diarrhea. I called the ER vet back and told her what happened. She told me to continue fluids, meds and break up his feedings into very small amounts regularly given so I wouldn’t stress his system. I started feeding him 1/4 cup rice/hamburger mixture every 30-45 minutes. I also gave him an anti-nausea injection at approximately 10pm. His attitude was still great, so I told him goodnight and just checked on him throughout the night.
