Finn and Journey
It’s hard to talk about the last two months. Things were scary. All I could do was watch and worry while Mom did everything she knew to help Journey. I can tell you now that Journey is still with us and recovering, but it didn’t look so good for Journey back January.
About 2AM on Christmas night Journey woke us up with her emergency bark. She only makes that sound when she’s sick or really needs to use the bathroom.
Mom and I jumped up and raced to the back door with Journey. She ran outside and gagged up her Christmas dinner. Thinking that was the end of the problem we went back to bed.
Twenty minutes later Journey barked again and hurried to the back door. From then on Journey was sick every half hour. She kept pacing and whimpering and couldn’t lie down or get comfortable.
At 5AM the day after Christmas Mom started calling around to see where we could take Journey for treatment. The vet clinics were either closed or so busy they wouldn’t accept new patients. Mom finally found an urgent care clinic where we took Journey. She stayed there all day while the vets tried to figure out what was wrong with her. Poor little Journey looked so miserable. She wouldn’t touch food. All she wanted to do was drink water and barf it up.
The vet decided Journey had pancreatitis and started treating her with IV fluids and drugs. Three days went by and Journey wasn’t getting any better. She would spend the day at the clinic then come home for the night. We hardly got any sleep. Journey was up all night pacing and eating grass like a cow. Finally the urgent care clinic said Journey had to go to the emergency hospital and get 24 hour care.
It was awful not having Journey at home with us, but it was also a relief. Me and Mom got some sleep. Mom took me on long walks and kept reassuring me that Journey would be all right. At the emergency hospital Journey got an ultrasound of her belly. That’s when we learned she didn’t have pancreatitis after all. She had a bad infection in her small intestine. It was causing her a lot of pain and making her not want to eat. Once she started taking the right antibiotics Journey began to improve. She came home after three days in the hospital. She was super happy to be home but you could tell she was exhausted.
It took a week or two until Journey was back to her old self. Mom watched her like a hawk and made sure Journey got special food to help her innards heal. Everything was looking up until one morning me and Journey spotted a deer on the other side of the fence. We tore down the hill as fast as we could go despite Mom calling for us to stop. I was crazy with the thrill of the chase and Journey was right there with me. We were walking on our hind legs like circus dogs and barking our fool heads off.
Journey suddenly gave a short yelp and hobbled off on three legs. That’s when Mom cornered us and leashed us up. Mom tied me to her waist and picked Journey up and carried her back to the house. I knew something was bad wrong and so did Journey.
Mom kept saying “Oh no, not his Journey.” I didn’t know what she meant until we got into the house. When Mom put Journey down poor Journey could only stand on three legs.
Journey looked sad and defeated. I was scared and Mom looked like she was going to cry.
“What’s wrong?” I stuttered. “What happened to Journey?”
Mom looked first at Journey and then at me. With a sad voice she said, “Journey tore her ACL, Finn.”
“But what does that mean?” I managed to choke out. “Is she in pain? Can we fix her?”
Mom wrapped her arms around both me and Journey. She told us how much she loved us and that we would get through this together, but our lives were going to be very different for the next year.
I’ll tell you more about that in another Bark. Right now I gotta go check on Journey. I feel so bad that she got hurt running with me. I don’t know how I can ever make it up to her.