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Nov. 26th, 2017 10:06 amDanae and I went out for a nice dinner of Tonkotsu Ramen last night. When we got back, we found that Piper had thoroughly searched the garbage bag that I'd uncharacteristically left out in the hall to be tossed. When I realized she'd most likely eaten a half bar of 99% dark chocolate that I tossed after nibbling at for a few months, I would have had a debilitating anxiety attack if I wasn't in a position where I needed to do something for her ASAP.
We took her to the emergency vet where they induced vomiting (she produced, the vet said, a "copious" amount of dark-chocolate-looking liquid and chocolate pieces), gave her another injection to settle her tummy, then fed her some activated charcoal along with bland food to counteract any theobromine that got into her intestines. She seemed to be feeling pretty good after all that. She's a resiliant little thing; they said I should 'try' to get her to eat a little once we got home so I could give her insulin. I still had a can of wet food from when she had surgery, so I gave her some of that and she devoured it.
This morning, she ate, pooped, and got her insulin, and all seems quite normal, thank the powers that be. I paid for the treatment rather then letting them put it on the shelter's account. I feel completely responsible. That plus the exterminators' fees reminds me how often it seems that expenses increase proportionately with one's ability to pay them.
I still feel pretty dumb about it. But Piper seems completely normal this morning, and that's the best thing. Danae came with me to the vet and gave me much needed encouragement and support. As I always am, I'm very grateful for her presence in my life.
We took her to the emergency vet where they induced vomiting (she produced, the vet said, a "copious" amount of dark-chocolate-looking liquid and chocolate pieces), gave her another injection to settle her tummy, then fed her some activated charcoal along with bland food to counteract any theobromine that got into her intestines. She seemed to be feeling pretty good after all that. She's a resiliant little thing; they said I should 'try' to get her to eat a little once we got home so I could give her insulin. I still had a can of wet food from when she had surgery, so I gave her some of that and she devoured it.
This morning, she ate, pooped, and got her insulin, and all seems quite normal, thank the powers that be. I paid for the treatment rather then letting them put it on the shelter's account. I feel completely responsible. That plus the exterminators' fees reminds me how often it seems that expenses increase proportionately with one's ability to pay them.
I still feel pretty dumb about it. But Piper seems completely normal this morning, and that's the best thing. Danae came with me to the vet and gave me much needed encouragement and support. As I always am, I'm very grateful for her presence in my life.
