Inspiration.

Introducing Raven – and Keep this dangerous everyday item away from your dog!

Harley. This was after a night in the tent. He liked camping.
Rusty was known for running away – following his nose to any rabbit he could find! But he was a lover.

After our house fire, losing Rusty and Harley, the concept of having another dog was inconceivable… Until a call came through our church that a dog needed a home.

Raven’s story is a pretty happy one. She came from farm life, with many other animals; cats, dogs, alpaca, birds and bunnies. But her human was the male in the family- and he passed from cancer. His wife wasn’t bonded to her and wanted a home for Raven that would bond with her. So – long story short- we bonded immediately. And she’s been a great dog. Except she likes to eat all sorts of stuff.

She started vomiting on Thursday. I think. Maybe late Wednesday night. I figured she ate a slug or something because… Well, that just sounds like something she’d do. Then she continued vomiting. By Saturday a friend of mine who is a vet stopped by to check her out. Long story short – she went into emergency surgery. When we picked her up on Monday they showed us what was removed from her stomach (and intestines), and it was DENTAL FLOSS! She ate the entire thing – housing and all. The floss caused major issues, as you can imagine.

I am so very grateful for these set of circumstances:

  • We had enough to cover the vet bill. Granted it was because of the contents loss payout from
  • the house fire, but I never had to consider whether we were saving her.
  • Due to experiences with Rusty and Harley, we have become comfortable with the vet hospital here. In addition, our vet is a close family friend through our Boy Scout Troop. When he said she needed surgery and HE would be the one to do it, I didn’t even think of questioning it.
  • My older kids were at Scout camp – so there was no extra added drama. My three year old didn’t really understand what was going on.
Sick Raven. I had her at the farmhouse where I was working all day to keep an eye on her. She only left her ‘bed’ to vomit.
She was in a much better mood after getting her surgery. I couldn’t get her to stay still!

The best part? She went into the vet literally looking death in the face. She was emaciated, severely dehydrated and emotionally depressed. When we picked her up, the vet tech brought her out and her eyes were bright, and her tail was wagging so hard that

her body was shaking. It was awesome.

There is some recovery to deal with now, but this is fine since she is back to her happy go lucky dog self. I have my best friend back. <3

 

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2 Comments

  1. Tom says:

    Glad to hear this!

  2. Mike says:

    Glad it worked out… Happy that you have one of your many friends back.

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