Apr 4, 2014

I Can See the Light

For Peet's Sake blog Leos westie dog sitting on a bench



      So. I'm going to try and make this as short and as anti-pathetic as possible. For the record, I didn't want to or plan on writing any of the things you're about to read below but since so many people sent me emails and tweets and texts and asked why I disabled comments, I feel like I really should say something. Maybe I should've thought of that before since that would be the courteous thing to do, but I usually piss on courtesy and most importantly, I try to shy away from writing sob stories here because there's enough shit out there already that makes you just want to jump off a cliff. But nevertheless, apparently a short explanation is in order.
      As you probably know, I have a dog whom I love with all my heart. And with all my toes and both my hands and legs and every other part of my being just as much. Ok, maybe not with my boobs, that would be weird. Anyhow, I love him. And some 6 months ago, he got sick. He had an enlarged heart and an enlarged prostate and a weak bladder because of ascites and on top of that he got diabetes. It was a shock, but he got a bunch of medicines and he was fine. We were fine. Until he started losing his eyesight. That's common for dogs with diabetes, 80 % of them develop cataract and my dog was not one of the 20 % of the lucky ones. It happened really fast, he literally got blind over night and it was a huge shock for him. He woke up one day (this day) and he couldn't find his water bowl (which he loves and adores) or the couch (which he loves and adores) or me (whom he loves and tolerates). Some of you may think it was funny seeing my dog run into walls and chairs and shit but imagine having your best friend and roommate of 11 years suddenly going blind and getting so depressed he would want to eat. Which he did. He wouldn't eat for days, you had to feed him by hand if you wanted him to eat anything. He wouldn't walk, he wouldn't bark, he wouldn't wag his tail, he was just moping around day after day.
Of course we took him to the eye specialist (and I said THE, not AN, because he's the only one we have in Slovenia, bless our little progressive country's heart) to talk about a surgery, because luckily you can 'easily' remove the damaged eye lenses and put in new ones and then the dog sees again. Easy peasy, right? It would be, if they didn't discover he also has over-active and enlarged adrenal glands — those are the glands which produce cortisol which is the stress hormone. That makes perfect sense because he's the most hysterical dog I've ever encountered. He gets stressed over every little thing — neighbors, cats, mailman, doorbell, famine in Africa, war in Iraq, Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart breaking up, etc. That's why he's forbidden to watch the news (or E!), even though he's very much interested in the news of the world, believe it or not.
      This news wasn't all bad though. Even though we had to postpone the surgery until he gets a little bit better, you can fix this condition with one simple pill. And what's even better, this adrenal gland problem is the root problem and all of the other issues that we have been battling with for the past 6 months are only its symptoms, so everything will finally fall into its right place. We get his new pills tomorrow actually and his eye surgery is coming up in a week or so, so finally after about a month, I feel like I can breathe a little bit easier.
      Therefore, I had my hands pretty full for the past month since I had to walk him 7 times a day and give him his insulin shots and pills and eye drops and eye cream several times a day and make sure he ate and drank enough and that he didn't hang himself somewhere out of depression. But on top of that, I had a very crazy work deadline and I didn't have a day off in over a month, so I was becoming a tad bonkers. I thought about quitting blogging, at least for a while, but I don't like being a quitter. I don't like the feeling. I prefer the feeling of being stretched too thin instead, apparently.
      Anyhow. Everything is about to get back to normal because I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel (I just hope it's not the light of an oncoming train) and the comments will be up next week, cross my heart. Not today though, because I'm not fishing for anyone's sympathy, I just wanted to tell you what's been going on because a lot of people seemed concerned. And I love you for that. I didn't think anyone would even notice, let alone care, but so many of you did and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So thank you. You're the beez neez.


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      Peet