When we picked up the beagle on Friday from her two night hospital stay, things didn’t look good.
Of course they had looked after her as best that they could, but she was still floppy, lethargic and looked generally tired of life. She hadn’t eaten. The op and the infection that followed had clearly taken its toll.
We got her home and tried everything we could. But there was no response. Until… there was.
Suddenly, she chose to chomp down a burger from the braai earlier in the week. Hopefully, we raided the fridge, and four vienna sausages (her favourites) and some cheese quickly followed.
And then she promptly fell asleep.
Yesterday, she was still being fussy: none of her usual food, but biltong, moist treats and some more chicken disappeared. It’s fine. Right now, we’ll take it.
And today…
…we have something more perky than we have seen for almost six weeks.
And we need to buy some more chicken.
Sure, she has shaved patches where various lines and injections have gone in. And she is struggling a bit on her recently operated upon leg. And yes, we do need to wean her back onto “normal” food, sooner rather than later; not least for our bank balance (what’s left of it after the vet’s bills).
But the beagle that we know and love is back.
There’s still a long road to recovery ahead, but this is a remarkable turnaround in 48 weekend hours.