I debated whether or not this was “post worthy”, but I know how much you love your…errr…my Maximus. I have deemed him Just a Girl’s mascot, and he has worn the title proudly. If you follow me on Facebook, you know it got bad—really bad—for Maximus this weekend.
He gets allergies this time every year, so we took him to the vet for some allergy medicine. The vet freaks him out. He may look intimidating, but the vet makes him a big ol’ scaredy cat.
After hours of panting (more than normal), I knew something was wrong when he wouldn’t come inside with me after I mowed the lawn. This guy goes everywhere with me (or creeps on me out the window until I come back inside), so I knew something was up.
After some more examination, I felt his belly (that looked really enlarged), and it was rock hard. Not normal, right? We took him to the emergency room, and we were informed that he had developed bloat. His belly had filled with air, and it causes his stomach to literally twist inside his body.
The ER doctor told us they would have to do surgery immediately as it’s a very time sensitive issue. When we asked what our other options were, she advised that putting him down that night would be it. Can you imagine how that went down with this one?
Or with this one?
Needless to say, it was a bit of a family meltdown. We talked for a moment, but it was a no-brainer. We signed our life away and proceeded with the surgery. Let’s just say we could have gone on a really nice family vacation with that money, but we’re so thankful we could do it.
After a couple of days in the hospital, he is home. Definitely not back to normal, but he can now rest comfortably with his favorite care-givers. He’s been getting all kinds of attention. However, we’re all anxious for him to get back to his ol’ self.
Something like this might be nice.
Thank you so much for all your kind words and warm wishes for him. I’ll continue to let you know how he’s doing!