ShanaValor
April 1st, 2007, 11:46 AM
Over the last year parvo has been bad in our county, even in our own yard. March of last year the first litter of my dog Foxy contracted Parvovirus from someone bringing it in the house, or my sister bringing in stray dogs to show off. Raven fell ill first. My mother dismissed the thoughts of anything but from day one a voice in my head said "Get her to a vet, she has parvo." Sadly my mother didnt listen to me or that little voice until it was to late. Raven was very ill. She couldnt keep down water and was having blood in her diareah, if not all blood and no diareah. I was with her all night. I watched her suffer without aid. The next day we took her to the vet, the day after she died.
Almost a year later, January of this year, Parvovirus somehow came back into the house. I couldnt understand how, since I had bleched down the entire area that Raven was in and most of the house. The only place I didnt tend to was the back porch where my sister keeps her german shepard/border collie mix. I can only think that the dog out there is a carrier. Either way the virus got back in the house. In september Foxy had given birth to three pups, two who had died at only a day and four days old from health problems, which my mother said come from their conception being only 6 months after Foxy had her first litter. The only surviver of that litter was my little boy, Lucky. He was hyper and loving, always at my side or on my lap. He became ill pretty fast. He hadnt gotten to the diareah stage, only vomiting. I knew from the first time he threw up it was parvo. We got him to the vet as fast as we could. And he still passed on after two days of doing better, over the weekend no less.
And finally, just this month, our baby Blackjack fell ill with this disease. He was born to Foxy's daughter from her first litter, Coco. She had four pups, two not any bigger than my palm, the first and smallest passing only hours after birth, and the third born passing only a day later. Princess and Blackjack survived and were healthy. They were born the day before Christmas. And... then again... the horrible virus was brought in somehow. Blackjack fell ill only last monday. We got him to the vet on Wednesday when he started to get to where I could tell what he had come down with. He had only started vomiting on Wednesday. We were in the vets office for 5 hours, the vet was rude and uncaring, and threatened to make us take him home to watch him die. She had us transport him to the emergancy clinic for night care, because it would be critical he had someone watching him for the entire night. We picked him up thursday morning. He gave my mother and I the stink eye, for taking him to the vets again, and when he saw my dad he cheered up, lifted his head, and wagged his tail. We took him to our other vets, and they took him thursday evening. My father called friday morning, he was fine, and called every two hours after that to check on him. Blackjack was doing fine, not vomiting or having diareah. Weekend came, and this morning we get a call saying he died. I cant help but think that if they had spent more time watching him on the weekend he would still be here and getting better. My mother finds it okay to pass the blame to me and yell at me constantly when I did everything I could. I have been doing my best to learn the symptoms of illnesses to be a Veternarian. Their passing has been painful for all of us, and I cant help but blame myself for thier conditions. But that is natural. Goodbye my children I will miss you greatly.
Almost a year later, January of this year, Parvovirus somehow came back into the house. I couldnt understand how, since I had bleched down the entire area that Raven was in and most of the house. The only place I didnt tend to was the back porch where my sister keeps her german shepard/border collie mix. I can only think that the dog out there is a carrier. Either way the virus got back in the house. In september Foxy had given birth to three pups, two who had died at only a day and four days old from health problems, which my mother said come from their conception being only 6 months after Foxy had her first litter. The only surviver of that litter was my little boy, Lucky. He was hyper and loving, always at my side or on my lap. He became ill pretty fast. He hadnt gotten to the diareah stage, only vomiting. I knew from the first time he threw up it was parvo. We got him to the vet as fast as we could. And he still passed on after two days of doing better, over the weekend no less.
And finally, just this month, our baby Blackjack fell ill with this disease. He was born to Foxy's daughter from her first litter, Coco. She had four pups, two not any bigger than my palm, the first and smallest passing only hours after birth, and the third born passing only a day later. Princess and Blackjack survived and were healthy. They were born the day before Christmas. And... then again... the horrible virus was brought in somehow. Blackjack fell ill only last monday. We got him to the vet on Wednesday when he started to get to where I could tell what he had come down with. He had only started vomiting on Wednesday. We were in the vets office for 5 hours, the vet was rude and uncaring, and threatened to make us take him home to watch him die. She had us transport him to the emergancy clinic for night care, because it would be critical he had someone watching him for the entire night. We picked him up thursday morning. He gave my mother and I the stink eye, for taking him to the vets again, and when he saw my dad he cheered up, lifted his head, and wagged his tail. We took him to our other vets, and they took him thursday evening. My father called friday morning, he was fine, and called every two hours after that to check on him. Blackjack was doing fine, not vomiting or having diareah. Weekend came, and this morning we get a call saying he died. I cant help but think that if they had spent more time watching him on the weekend he would still be here and getting better. My mother finds it okay to pass the blame to me and yell at me constantly when I did everything I could. I have been doing my best to learn the symptoms of illnesses to be a Veternarian. Their passing has been painful for all of us, and I cant help but blame myself for thier conditions. But that is natural. Goodbye my children I will miss you greatly.