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Cassie: Still Extant…

…as far as I can tell.

Cassie-off-leashWhen I left the house this morning, Cassie the Corgi was very sick, indeed. Worse than before, by far. Coughing and choking and gasping for air and actually wheezing.

In the absence of a doggy thermometer, it’s impossible to confirm or de-confirm whether she has a fever, but her schnozz certainly felt very hot. I mopped her head with cold water — an effective way to address impending heat exhaustion in a dog, BTW. Works better with dogs than with humans because of the difference in the way the brain circulates blood.

She seemed unimproved.

Comes time to leave for choir, the thought crosses my mind: Lady, this dog is not going to be alive when you get back here…

Really, I thought she wouldn’t make it another three hours. She couldn’t walk a few feet across the floor without gasping for air.

But…I was supposed to be down at the church, so off I went, misgivings or no.

So after cruising southerly two or three miles, I go to turn left from Main Drag NS onto Least Annoying Main Drag EW to get onto Main Drag Leafy Parkway, whereinat resides desired House of God. Traffic clears, I make my turn, and

POP! There’s some clown on a bicycle in front of me, on the WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD, flying through the intersection in the crosswalk.

That is, he’s not traveling on the righthand side of the roadway, as is the law here in our garden state. He’s on the lefthand side, riding on a sidewalk. He’s  in the crosswalk  legally — we both have the light, of course. But he’s not where a motorist would expect to find him, because he’s riding on the shoulder against the traffic.

I jam on my brakes. He jams on his brakes and in his alarm very nearly falls on the pavement. By now cars that were wayyy on down the road are upon us — traffic flows at 45 to 50 mph on that street. He looks confused and scared. I holler GO GO GO!!!! and he jumps back on and dodges out of the way in the nick of time.

Holy cripes. What is the matter with people?

Stumbling across the church parking lot, I think THIS is a towel that I need to throw in. Unnerved by the biker episode and really worried about the dog, I announce that I can’t stay, turn around, and come home.

Not over yet, though:

When I climb back into the car to leave the church parking lot, I notice the statement the vet’s office-lady gave me. I would swear she said the bill was $45. No. They engrossed FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVE BUCKS from my checking account!

Holy mackerel! And that’s just to try to figure out what’s wrong with her! He gave me the pills for free, which was mighty kind of him ’cause it turns out that drug goes for — hang onto your hat — $200 a bottle!!!!!!!

I fly back to the house. From inside the garage I can hear Cassie barking merrily. WTF? She could barely drag herself across the floor 30 minutes earlier.

Fling open the door: they’re both doing the welcome home Odysseus how was the Trojan war? dance. They streak out the side door, as usual, like rockets. Cassie doesn’t get far, but she does manage to work herself up to a dead run. Briefly.

Which is better than what I expected: just plain dead.

Well, we’ll find out tomorrow whether the dog’s lung inflammation is really Valley fever, or if she has some other kind of infection. He said he was sure it wasn’t cancer, so I guess that for $485, we can discard that notion.

There are two similar drugs on the market that are cheaper than fluconazole. In fact, this stuff is for the disseminated state of VF. If it’s just in her lungs so far, then we could probably switch to one of the other drugs, which are a lot cheaper. Dr. Vet and I are going to have to have a little chat about this…

Makes “let nature take its course” look depressingly like good advice, doesn’t it? I guess if I have to put her to sleep because I can’t afford exorbitant amounts of money to get her over this thing…well…

5 thoughts on “Cassie: Still Extant…”

  1. Funny, do you have a humidifier? Would she stay in a bathroom without trying to claw her way out? You could try using a cool mist humidifier in a small space and see if that helps. Good luck. I feel for her (and you).

    • Yes, I do. It’s sitting right by the foot of the bed next to where she sleeps. She’s snoozing in a fog of fancy humidifier mist, pretty much 24-7. I’ve taken to dragging the computer to the bed and perching up there so she will sit on the bed, too, and get the benefit of the fogging effect.

      I think it MAY help a little. Hard to tell. She’s not coughing as productively or as dramatically as she was, and being a corgi of course she’s NEVER stopped eating. But she’s really, really dragging. She can barely make it up the hallway without having to stop and lay down. You can tell it’s an effort just to walk around, and sometimes she just lays there and gasps for air.

      We should know more in a few hours. Dr. Vet told me to call this afternoon, but I’m going to jump the gun and pester them this morning. Of course that won’t do any good, but at least it’ll remind them that I’m worried about the hound.

  2. I’m sorry you and Cassie are going through this and I hope she recovers very soon. It’s so stressful because they can’t tell you what’s wrong or what they need.
    One of the many reasons I currently don’t have a pet is vet costs. My hours were cut last month and I’ve got my hands full dealing with that. I don’t need to worry about taking care of a furry friend too.

    • Unless you stay TOTALLY away from vets, these days keeping a cat or a dog is almost prohibitive. Well, assuming you’re not Mr. or Ms. Gotrocks, of course. While I was sitting on the phone waiting for staff to get back me this morning, I was barraged by pitch after pitch after recorded pitch for various pricey services, most of them delivered in the context of scare stories. This vet didn’t used to do that, which was one of the reasons I’ve gone to him for years. I really, REALLY don’t like that exploitive approach…but I guess vets have gotta make the car payments, too.

      Look into the facts about how long immunity from a standard set of dog shots lasts, once the puppy shots are established. That will give you a clue to how much unnecessary costs are extracted from pet owners, just by persuading them to bring them in every year for a pointless vaccination. It is AMAZING. When they speak of the “pet industry,” they’re not kiddin’.

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