White Dog was all over me the second we walked in the house. "What did Dr. Julia have to say? Does Nuka have to take cold medicine? What is ..." THEN she noticed Steve standing beside me without Nuka.
"WHERE IS MY SISTER?" WD demanded which brought all of the White Dog Army to the door in alarm.
First thing this morning we called Dr. Julia's office and Shauna said although they were booked up to bring Nuka in when Dr. Julia arrived at nine and they would squeeze her in. True to their word, Dr. Julia saw us before she started rounds, heard what had been going on, looked at AWD's eyes and ordered bloodwork be done on our still very lethargic girl. The techs took her to the back and we waited.
A bit later Dr. Julia stuck her head in as she was running past and announced, "Looks like pancreatitis. I want to run one more test." Nuka came back and waited with us; she was anxious to go home and showed a spark of energy as she tried to drag Steve toward the door. Then she crawled under his chair and rested.
Dr. Julia returned; Nuka was suffering from a mild bout of acute pancreatitis, she wanted to keep our girl for the rest of the day to give her fluids and an antibiotic drip...and just for observation. We could pick her up at 6pm, the end of the day.
The WDA and I could not stand the wait and checked in around 3pm. Nuka was resting. When Steve picked her up at six, they told him that she had vomited once in the afternoon and that they wanted us to bring her back in on Tuesday first thing for another round of rehydration and drugs. "Don't expect her to eat but try to get her to drink a little water," the tech told him.
When Steve set Nuka down in the midst of the WDA, they did their own thorough exam...from the red bandage on her leg...to sniffing her eyeballs...to breathing in deeply her scent. She was still a bit glassy-eyed but there was no doubt that she was glad to be home.
Clearly, Nuka is not out of the woods yet. She did not even consider eating and has take only a sip of water. Tonight she sleeps next to me as I write this and all seems ideal. I am grateful that Dr. Julia lets us bring the Army home at night during situations like this for like her, we believe, that you sleep better in your own environment and that nobody is going to be a better caretaker than those who love you.
We ask that you remember our girl tonight in your prayers or goodnight wishes...asking that the Universe focus a tiny bit of its energy on making one very good and precious little deaf Eskie girl feel better. Thanks.