Dolly and the Emergency Scare

My poor Dolly dog.

I had to take her to the emergency vet the other day.

I was scared. Dolly was scared.  It was just a bad situation all around.

Here’s the story:

My sister and I took our dogs out for a walk.

Layla came too. ūüėČ

I walked Dallas and pushed Layla in her stroller.

We were all happy.

It was a beautiful evening.

Emily walked Dolly, Charlie and Toby.

Or, I should say, the dogs pretty much walked her.

They all lose their minds when they walk together.

Which can be quite annoying.

So we didn’t walk them very far… maybe a half mile.

And that’s being generous.

Dolly was panting like usual when we dropped them back off at the house.

But she didn’t seem to be in any sort of distress.

She was wagging her tail and happy to be home.

So we let all of them into the house to get water and continued on our evening walk.

We came back about 30 minutes later and Dolly was panting really, really hard.

She couldn’t catch her breath, and was really struggling to breathe.

It almost sounded like there could be an airway obstruction, but she wasn’t choking.

She was working so hard to breathe that she threw up foam.

There was such terror in her little puppy eyes.

She just climbed in your lap as if to ask for help and there was absolutely nothing we could do to help her.

We decided after a few minutes that we needed to take her to the vet.

Unfortunately our regular vet was closed as was every other regular vet, so we had no choice but to take her to emergency. Once we got there, the vet immediately took her and put her on oxygen. After a about a half hour of waiting for word, the vet told us that her body temperature was at 106 degrees from working so hard to breathe. :(

She needed to be sedated, given medication to stop the airway constriction and kept on oxygen until she could regain normal breathing. They also had to find out what was causing it. They thought it might be a possible allergic reaction to a bee sting.

We had to leave her overnight so she could be worked on and monitored. :(

It turns out that she has an elongated soft¬†palette in her throat (think extra skin). When she pants, it rubs and irritates her throat and causes it to¬†swell. Which then causes her to get less oxygen, causing her to breathe (pant) harder. It’s a¬†viscous cycle which will eventually lead her airway to be completely blocked and she would suffocate to death. She could have died if we hadn’t taken her to the emergency vet! Ugh! My poor doggy.

Her temperature was back to normal and she was able to breathe on her own so they released her the following morning. She needs to have surgery to remove the extra skin, but I have to get the procedure done at her regular vet.

She was so happy to see us.

She sat in Emily’s lap while I drove.

She just nestled her head in Emily’s arm.

After a few minutes, she poked her head up.

She was ready to go home.

She still made snorting sounds when she breathed but she wasn’t panting.

She slept most of the day and slowly returned to her old self.

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We were able to get her an appointment to be looked at by her regular vet a few days later…

She does need the surgery, but the vet won’t perform it until she loses at least 5 lbs. :(

According to him, she is overweight and needs to be put on a restricted diet.

The weight gain has affected her soft palette, causing it to become more fatty. That is why her normal panting after a walk had caused her throat to close… the extra skin was larger and rubbed the throat more than it had when she had less weight on her.

I can’t walk her until she gets the surgery and she can’t do any¬†activity that might cause her to pant.

I don’t think Dolly is complaining about that part of the deal.

But the diet?

No treats?

“Torture” says Dolly.

“The vet has mistook my beautiful fluffy coat for extra weight. It’s fluff, not fat. Who are we kidding? He is just jealous of my wavy coat. Now fix me a pork chop.”

Poor Dolly dog.

She goes back to the vet in a month to be re-evaluated for the surgery.

In the meantime, Dolly is enjoying her leisure lifestyle of rest, rest and maybe a nap after she rests.

I’m just glad my Dolly is treatable and going to be just fine. :)

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