The Future Looks Grim

The long weekend passed and Sundae was still with us. Although I was grateful for the small bit of reassurance her still hanging in there offered, I was dreading what the vet would say. I had planned on having x-rays taken along with blood work that day to try to determine exactly what was wrong with her. The vet however, didn't think it likely that she would survive sedation for the x-rays. I did my best not to seem upset when I was told she seemed to have an enlarged liver, and most likely would never fully recover from what ailed her. She wasn't the first rescue I had been told there was nearly no hope for and euthanasia might be a better, or at least easier and less costly option. I had to leave the room as they drew blood from her, her cries were just too much for me to bear that day. Only enough blood was drawn to put in for a second heart worm test. Nothing more could be done for Sundae if we could not get her stabilized and on the road to recovery. I left the office with a very grim outlook, some pain medication, and more antibiotics for her. I wrapped poor Sundae in a blanket to carry her out to the car, as her body was so thin it was hard to find a comfortable way to carry her. Once home I tucked her back into her bed, gave her a treat and a few loving words, and sat down and cried. She had come all this way, 1,628 miles, just to find out her future was likely to end before she ever had a home of her own.