My husband just called me to tell me that 15 hours ago, our Vanya (who is staying down at the farm with Frank, my husband) started vomiting and staggering. This was after he ran outside and treed a stray cat who had come onto the farm (so he was very excited). Frank got him to come back to the house with 1/2 cup of his kibble, and soon the vomiting started. Vanya threw up 6 hours through the night and seemed in pain, a little bloated, limping, lethargic. (He will drink water, eat cheese, and eat kibble now, Frank told me, and his bloat has gone down, and he can walk, and his gum color is pink....but he still seems like a sick dog in pain)
So Frank FINALLY calls me, at 1 pm, to tell me all this. I tell him to call the vet right away (the vet will take emergencies until 3 pm on Saturday, so we have 2 more hours. After that we have to use the emergency vet, who is an hour away and has a terrible reputation).
Now I'm waiting to hear back. I'm terrified this might be: bloat, obstruction, pancreatis, a tick-borne disease, poisoning from something on the farm....
Will someone PLEASE tell me why a guy would wait 15 hours before letting the vet or his wife know? Frank loves Vanya with all his heart, but boy, his judgement sure is bizarre at times. (We have PetPlan for Vanya, so it's not the cost of an emergency vet visit either...).
Wish us luck, please.


