Had one of the worst night's sleep I have had in ages and when I finally came downstairs, Buffy was clearly no better at all.
I was at the vet when they opened this morning, and they took her straight in to put her on a drip as she is extremely dehydrated. They agreed to run some tests to see what was going on. I got a call at 11.30 to tell me the news - it could be pyometra, or a blockage. They are not sure which.
She is too poorly to operate on today as she is now very dehydrated (as she couldn't even keep water down)
Trev and I have been to visit her tonight and she just looks so incredibly sad. Her nose is warm - her whole muzzle, not just the dark bit, and she didn't even get up or wag her tail when we went in to see her. She just gazed at me and I am scared of what she was saying with those eyes of hers.....
We had a chat with the vet. He said in an ideal world, she should be on a drip for a couple of days before they operate to give her the best chance - but time is running out. So they will open her up tomorrow and see what is going on.
We have had the chat no one wants to have with their vet and told him that if there is anything horrendous going on that cannot be fixed, he is to let her go on the table - not bring her round just for our selfish wanting to see her one last time.
I am crying as I type this because I cannot bear to think of the possiblity that she may never come home. At the same time, I know she is in the best of hands and the vet will do the best he can for her - but until he opens her up, he just doesn't know.......
Today is her 3rd birthday and the 3rd anniversary of my mum's funeral - Buffy has always been extra special because I am sure my mum sent us to her (or her to us) so that it gave me something special to focus on after mum died.
The nurse who has known Buffy all her life (and in fact known all my dogs their whole lives) has changed her shifts so that she can be with Buffy tomorrow. She has told me I can ring as often as I want to and promised the vet will call me as soon as he has any news. Tomorrow between 11.00 and 1.00 is going to be the longest 2 hours of my life, and I certainly hope they don't expect miracles at work as I certainly won't be doing anything clever.
Please keep your positive vibes coming for my lovely, precious little Buffy.