Meet Millie .. Truly the light of my life. I first met Millie when she was about six weeks old ( New Years Day 2012 ) when one neighbor wanted to give her to us. Because of our financial situation, I declined so my next door neighbor took her instead and basically, I had daily access to her and fell madly in love with this little critter.
Millie is no doubt a handful and when Millie went into her first heat, the neighbor’s husband started threatening to get rid of her. Ultimately, she moved next door to my house instead and since, she has brought us so much joy.
Millie is not only adorable, but she has such a great personality but as said she is a handful and gets into everything and would woof down a tin can if she thought she could manage it.
Several days ago I noted Millie, wasn’t feeling well. Nothing I could put my finger on at first. She just wasn’t her bouncy self. In the last couple of days, I noticed that her appetite was waning too and so I kept a close watch on her.
Yesterday, I surmised that we had a tummy ache ( probably constipated ) so I went to the feed store and bought one of the syringe-type feeders and some mineral oil.
Then went on poop patrol. Oh joy!
It broke my heart to watch her little eyes squint as the mineral oil started moving through her. She was somewhat listless one minute and chasing her tail the next ( no doubt, not at all pleased with this new sensation ) She didn’t like the remnants of the mineral oil that was messing up her ‘do’, either. She is so expressive too, and every once in awhile, I’d catch her giving me ‘that look’ like ‘what the hell, have you done to me mom. ‘ I felt terrible.
Nevertheless, the mineral oil seemed to have done the trick and though she just laid around for much of the day, I did get her to eat a little tiny bit of moist dog food and a little bit of soup broth with bits of ham ( she hates dog food ) she loves people food which is part of the problem I think. But when she turned her nose up a beef liver the other day, I really started worrying about my little girl.
Still, I was REALLY worried about dehydration because I never once saw her go to her water dish yesterday, nor the day before.
I worried about having to take her to the vet BECAUSE I could not afford to take her to the vet.
Last night, she came to bed with us, and wanted right in the middle …
Of course , we indulged her.
It was like sleeping with a sick toddler. I woke every few hours to check on her but she barely moved all night which worried me too.
This morning, I woke and usually she bounces up with me.
Not this morning so I picked her up and carried her out with me. She was lighter than usual, easily by a few pounds.
Usually she squirms impatiently, waiting for me to tinkle so she can go outside for her morning walk. Today she just stood there looking up at me, licking her lips like someone just waking up from surgery with a bad case of cotton mouth.
And no accidents on the floor either. And trust me, that is not MY Millie.
I decided to try the syringe again ( this time with water) to hydrate her.
She would not have it. And squirmed fiercely to get away from me and “IT”
She then paced back in the living room giving that look again.
Now I was really WORRIED and said a prayer for Millie.
Just as soon as I finished and looked up, she was rounding the bend near the end of the couch, looking back at me suspiciously BUT WAS headed for the water bowl where she took a nice healthy drink.
Whew! Thank you Lord!