Oliver is home. He is home and happy and on the way to recovery.
His blood counts held steady overnight and was at 26% this morning, so they decided to let him come home. He has a long road to go, of course, but the worst of it is over and he’s home where he can plenty of rest, attention and TLC.
We stopped by our pals at Barking Dogs Self Wash and Grooming on the way home, picked up some high protein, soft food for Mr. O; he was greeted by his fan club and can’t wait to get back to 100% so he can get in there and tear the store apart as usual.
The responses and notes and comments and emails and phone calls we’ve received have been overwhelming. Everyone who’s been following this blog, Facebook posts, etc., knows what a long week this has been. We are completely confident that it is the prayers, good thoughts and positive energy that brought our Oliver home.
The doctors, technicians, and staff at Las Vegas Veterinary Emergency and Critical Care were absolutely amazing. Their attention to detail, patience and compassionate care was absolutely unparalleled. Our regular vets at Town Center Animal Hospital were involved and attentive every step of the way.
We have a lot of meds to take and a whole bunch of abdominal staples that have to come out in two weeks. He’s not supposed to have any major activity – like climbing stairs, running, jumping on or off furniture. Clearly these vets have never lived with a Labrador before. For now, Oliver is pretty calm . . . but once he starts to feeling better, he’s going to be a hard guy to keep down.
Oliver is the foster dog who got to stay. The vets told us they’d never seen anything like his burst artery, and everyone that interacted with him told us that he was their favorite. We called tonight for some additional information – the night shift said they came in to work and were glad he’d gone home, but were sad he wasn’t there any more. What a flirt.
A dear friend told Oliver today, “God wanted you to stay for a reason. You’ve got a role to play and that role is all about love.” Or joy, either way, but that’s our guy. And we’re just glad he’s home.