Lupinegirl Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 (edited) I have not been posting much lately because the past few months have been a blur since July. All of the storms have made my house leaky, and my aging Cairn nervous and...different. Nikki will be turning thirteen in a few short weeks and in the past four months he’s gone from wanting to play fetch and go on walks to wanting to stay in his bed most of the day, pacing, and hiding in weird places for seemingly no reason. I think the storms are partly to blame. We had a huge thunder bumper and lightning shake the house (literally) a few months ago, and the blast scared all of us so badly, it took me a good fifteen minutes to realize why something felt really off. Nikki had disappeared. And of course, he would not make a sound to reveal where he was hiding. I finally remembered he had come upstairs to greet me when I got out of the shower (which is unusual for him since he usually stays near Mom when I am upstairs). I backtracked to my room and still did not see him. Then I heard plastic move. I finally saw a big furry butt sticking out from behind my trash can by my bed. The poor old boy had hidden behind the waste basket next to my bed since he can’t jump up on the bed, there was no place to hide, and my room is his safe zone. He stayed fairly still, and my heart stopped again but I knew I had heard the garbage bag rattle. I am not ashamed to admit I teared up when I saw that strawberry blonde derriere backing out from his hiding place. Since that scare, he has gotten jumpy about anything that startles him. And since the power company has been chainsawing trees behind us this week, and before that we had neighbors getting new roofs and tree trimming and what not, plus a fire scare right next door that smoked up my house, plus friends needing help with this or that and Mom and me both going to doctors’ appointments, it has been a crazy time for all of us, both at home and away from home. Nothing has been an absolute disaster thankfully, and we’ve gotten most of the house repairs done, but it’s been one thing after another. And Nikki has been paying for it with stress and upset tummy. I thought I was going to lose Nikki last month. He was a bit runny for a week. I assumed it was just stress. Then he woke me at three am to go outside and we started a full day of many repeat visits outside. That night, I thought the worst was over and that he might get through the night without needing another visit. Suddenly he screamed right in Mom’s face when she touched him, and screamed five more times. He felt hot to the touch, his nose was hot and dry, he had not wanted to eat or drink for most of that day, and he had explosive diarrhea even after he ran out of stuff in his tummy to get rid of. I checked him over but couldn’t fibd a sore spot. I took him outside while Mom got the vet’s number. He passed both bile and blood, but I couldn’t get the darn poo baggy open and it was three am and I was bleary eyed from several sleepless nights, taking care of my own stomach and Nikki. I thought I would find the sample in the morning or get a new one before we took him to the vet. Nope. That three am visit outdoors was the last passage. The vet darn near tortured the poor dog trying to get a sample from him and she gave up. Lesson learned: open the bag before dog goes and grab glasses even if the dog is racing down the hall trying to get to the door in time. If Ihad spent a few more seconds inside getting things to help me, I could have spared him that pain and trauma. But the good news is, I finally got him to eat after our vet visit and he started perking up right away. We never did find out what was wrong. He did not scream again. The vet said he probably snuffled something up outside and got a stomach virus. He was an entirely different dog after he recovered from that long week and a half of not feeling well. He even brought me his ball the other day to play fetch and bless his heart, he followed me upstairs with it to resume his old game of chasing the ball up and down the hall like he used to when he was a tireless puppy. He only chased five times but it made my heart soar to see that much energy back in my buddy. He can still see and hear, but both his hearing and vision are starting to lose their sharpness. Today someone rang the doorbell and Nikki did not hear it. I’ve had my suspicions for a while but this time, my partially deaf mom heard the doorbell and she was right next to Nikki. Nikki did not stir from his bed until I went to the door to see who it was. Then the explosive barking frenzy started as soon as he saw me looking out the window. I sat in a different chair in the den the other day, and Nikki walked right past me and stared anxiously at my usual chair. I talked softly to him and he did not notice me, even after he turned around to walk past me again to look for me. I talked louder and touched him and made the poor guy jump. He’s bumped his nose a few times on chairs this week from turning his head too quickly, and he grunted today when I nudged him to keep from tripping on him while I came in with groceries. I guess both of us have an adjustment period ahead of us as he adapts to his confusing murky world and I learn to help guide and comfort him through it. I’m sure he has already been adjusting and I’m just now catching on to what he has been handling just fine on his own. Here’s a recent photo. He stacked his toys together himself to make a nice pillow and then he looked up, wondering why I wasn’t scratching him. 💕 Edited October 29, 2017 by Lupinegirl 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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