The night before we planned to drive to my parents’ home for the Christmas holidays, my dog, Ziggy, had another nosebleed. It wasn’t the worst she’s had — The blood wasn’t dripping off her muzzle and pooling on the floor this time. But it wasn’t the mere red booger she usually has hanging from one nostril, either.
After giving her the largest dose of her anti-bleeding supplement that our veterinarian recommended, we spent a night sleeping on the couch together (with a collection of towels, just in case).
By morning the bleeding had stopped, but all was not well. Zig would not eat her hard dog food, would not eat the peanut butter and pill sandwich I tried to give her. She turned her head away when I showed her a slice of cheese, and neither did she show any interest in a slice of banana.
I thought we were reaching the end with her, and I nearly put off our trip. But then I managed to coax some pills into her by coating them in gooey peanut butter sans bread, and I bought some lunchmeat, which she gobbled. We made the drive out to Washington and I did not text the home-visit vet back to ask for a euthanization appointment.
Since arriving at my parents’ place Ziggy has been okay. No big nosebleeds, no sleepless nights of trying to breath through a tumor noseblock. She breathes through her mouth a lot now, which is good. She is happy to be around my parents and sister, and the cold weather has made her perk up on walks (she is a Wyoming dog and has always loved snow).
Now the holidays are over (I forgot New Years for a moment, but honestly, all I want to do in celebration of the start of 2015 is sleep through the night… As if that is going to happen). I will probably deal with Ziggy’s next health crisis on my own, and I will probably be alone when I make the decision to euthanize her. Thinking about it makes me tired, but I’m grateful to have had a good Christmas with her and the rest of my family. My sister, I should note, is doing well also, and although she has lost her hair, she is remaining perky and upbeat.