Skruffy went WAY DOWN HILL last night, tossed up a big fur-ball, could not hold water down. Vet in Seward is out for a week, so off we went to Soldotna. Ran some blood test and she is chronic diabetic, her poop is blocking her colon (if poop was the only problem, we would be happy), she needs fluids, has dropped a pound in past week even though she was eating (until yesterday). The next 24-48 hours are critical…please, pray for our little Skruffy dog, and for us to have the strength to handle whatever is next…
This is how she was just a few days after I first got her…rescuing her off the streets.
One of many favorite pictures…taken when her and I took off from Arkansas, headed to Indiana to get a lift put on our first motorhome so that Marcia, who had just undergone hip surgery, could get into the motorhome. Skruffy was and is my little helper. Dog owners and dog lovers know that a dog holds a special place in the heart of its owner. Unlike a child who you raise, love and cherish, but you turn lose upon the world to make a life for themselves…a dog always needs an owner to provide for it…and in exchange, they always give unfeigned love, quick to forgive and forget, and always happy to see you…until they are sick.
Family who read this, or read a text first, please understand that if I talk, you won’t understand a word I would say through the weeping and tears. Love you all…love Skruffy too.
To all who comment, they will be read, doubt they will be answered for now.
