Well, all that know the prayer of faith, I need you to pray right now.
Tuesday night, when Rusty happily arrived back at home, he seemed in the greatest of moods. This dog is so ddep that he had a whole welcoming committee--me Chris and Nikka. And boy, it was good to see him.
When he went to t"park," I noticed his fisces quite a bit smaller than normal.
Wednesday, Rusty seemed to be doing absolutely great. However, when he ate his breakfast, all the food came back up. I decided not to feed him until his dinner. However, before dinner came, up came a sock. I fed him half a cup at a time twice that night (for those with multiplication problems, all he had was a cup LOL).
Thursday was a downward spiral. I have had a dog with both severe diarrhea and outrageous vomit all day and night. He is even throwing up blood. It has been to the point that I had to take him to the vet this morning.
Well, they believe, like I believe, that there is a blockage. So now, I've got to take him to the emergency clinic for surgery.
They're gonna give him the barium and do x rays first. It's gonna be very expensive and even more expensive. But, in the end, he'll be doing better--and that's all that matters.
I feel like crying. I could have never thought it would end up like this. I just want my happy Rusty back. The one who loves walks and play and such. Father God, I thank you for his healing.
I'll keep you all updated on his positive progress. Thanks for reading
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