I looked at my husband and said Zoey has it. Hubby tried to convince me that maybe her tummy hurts. In the morning take her back to vet and see what they say.
On the way to the vet Zoey did diarrhea in her carrier. I had to pull over and throw the towel that was keeping her comfy away. She couldn't even hold it in and was just pouring fluids out of both ends. It's so hard to watch this going on and you can't do anything about it. Luckily they didn't make me wait and they tested her right away, she tested positive. Vet said it was a strong positive.
He put his hands on his hips and was looking down. He looked back up at me and says, "With your permission, I would like to treat her here. I will do it for free. I just feel so bad about everything that's been going on." I thought about it for a good long while.
To tell you truth, Zorro's care cost a lot. I spent over $4000 total between Zorro and taking Zoey back and forth to the vet for tests. I went ahead and left Zoey with the vet. I called hubby and told him. He was angry with me for leaving her there with the vet. But he understood because we were tight on money. We just bought the house, paying contractor's to legalize the house to county standards, kids needed new uniforms for their new schools, we just put brand new tires on my car, and the vet costs that seem to never stop. Our savings, were depleted.
The following day I called and they said that her diarrhea was a blowout (meaning bloody, that's what the virus does, it destroys there intestines).
I couldn't see her those first 2 days because my son had occupational therapy (he's autistic). But on the 3rd day I went to see her. She looked bad. Really bad. She was stiff and every time you moved her (they let me hold her) she whines in pain. Her eyes were sunken in. I knew she wasn't going to make it.
I left and called my husband. He got mad at me for leaving her there in the first place. Not only did i have to see my dog half dead, I had to hear this hardhearted moron tell me off and telling me, "you better hope Zoey makes it or else." And he hung up on me. I started crying. I can't believe this is happening.
I went home and cried some more. Thinking about what my husband meant by, "or else."
A few hours later I decided to go see Zoey again. I wanted to get a chance to say goodbye because I didn't get a chance to tell it to Zeus. I went in and told the girl in the front that I wanted to see Zoey. She said sure and told me to have a seat that they will have a room ready for me to see her. I sat down and was watching everyone holding and enjoying their dogs. I will admit, I was jealous. There they are with these healthy dogs. Here I am, the one that does everything for hers and I have to suffer so much. There was even a lady in there with an old dog. She only brought him into the vet because his tongue was swollen and he couldn't eat. This is this dog's first time at a veterinarian. That's why I was so upset while I sat there. This dog lived this long with no medical care.
My cell phone rang. As I was frantically looking for it in my purse I was hoping it was my husband calling me to apologize. The caller ID says Gilly's Animal Clinic. I'm here in the clinic. "Ummm....hello? " "May I please speak with Victoria?" "This is she." Hi Victoria my name is Sandy. I work here at the Vet's office and I was calling to tell you that Zoey didn't make it. I'm sorry."
I hung up the phone and darted out of there crying uncontrollably. I was too late. Too late to tell my baby goodbye. I wanted to call my husband but I couldn't. I didn't need his stupid remarks right about now. I sat in the parking lot letting it all out. I wasn't in the right mindset to take my car on the road while feeling like an absolute failure.
Finally I made it home. I called everyone and told them the bad news. I Finally called my husband and told him. "We will talk later, I'm at work." And hung up. He sounded upset and bothered.
He finally came home but he came home late. He walked in the door and grabbed me and hugged me and started crying. We both cried together. I never seen my husband cry before. He apologized about what he said earlier. He went to the room and picked up Zorro and climbed in the bed. When I finally decided to go to bed, I saw my hubby and Zorro sleeping.