jane
Well-Known Member
Please spare a thought for the loveable Roxy, the tan dog on the left in this photo:
She is so sick that they haven't even been able to give her an ultrasound to find out what's wrong with her -- she can't lay still for long enough, and any time they try to turn her over, she barfs and has projectile diarrhea all over the vet (in true R*****o stylee, she hasn't lost her sense of humour). But she's not absorbing any nutrition, she's lost about 15-20% of her body weight, and it's been going on for a good while now (on and off for a few months, but it's gotten really bad in the last week or two), which means it's not something she ate.
Poor doggy is all in pain and sad, and Miles, my sweet pooch on the right there, he's sad because his best friend is sick.
Here they are kissing!
And my dad is sad because the dogs are *his* best friends ever, and we're all just plain worried about Roxy, who came to us a wee pup. She's always had a remarkably strong stomach: when she was a pup, her favourite pastime was eating furniture. In adulthood, she grew out of it and picked up a more adult hobby, which is that whenever anyone comes in to the house, she runs around the whole house and steals all the underwear she can find, and brings it downstairs into the front hall.
I love Roxy. Here is all of us kissing and hugging. The dogs have knocked me to the ground, and are only taking a brief break to negotiate who gets to lick the top layer of my facial skin off next. Miles doesn't like to share, but Roxy does 'sad eyes' and everyone just gives in.
She is so sick that they haven't even been able to give her an ultrasound to find out what's wrong with her -- she can't lay still for long enough, and any time they try to turn her over, she barfs and has projectile diarrhea all over the vet (in true R*****o stylee, she hasn't lost her sense of humour). But she's not absorbing any nutrition, she's lost about 15-20% of her body weight, and it's been going on for a good while now (on and off for a few months, but it's gotten really bad in the last week or two), which means it's not something she ate.
Poor doggy is all in pain and sad, and Miles, my sweet pooch on the right there, he's sad because his best friend is sick.
Here they are kissing!
And my dad is sad because the dogs are *his* best friends ever, and we're all just plain worried about Roxy, who came to us a wee pup. She's always had a remarkably strong stomach: when she was a pup, her favourite pastime was eating furniture. In adulthood, she grew out of it and picked up a more adult hobby, which is that whenever anyone comes in to the house, she runs around the whole house and steals all the underwear she can find, and brings it downstairs into the front hall.
I love Roxy. Here is all of us kissing and hugging. The dogs have knocked me to the ground, and are only taking a brief break to negotiate who gets to lick the top layer of my facial skin off next. Miles doesn't like to share, but Roxy does 'sad eyes' and everyone just gives in.
