I'm just cross posting this from my blog to here because I haven't the heart to write it all again.
FYI- Keda is the woman who offered Ben a job in FL and also told us she had property we could rent. What she didn't tell us was the job wasn't even set up (therefore non existent) and that the house was in shambles and needed repairing, so we had to live with her until Ben and his parents could fix the house. (By the time the house was done (enough to be live-able anyways) we were only there a month and a half or so until we decided to move back to OH because we were so miserable.)
I need thoughts. Good vibes, well wishes, that sorta thing. For my dog, not me.
You might remember me talking about Boo and his bonyness. That he's super thin, losing weight, had worms, etc... I believe I treated him for the worms. At least I haven't seen anymore in his stool. But still this big guy is losing weight insanely. To my eyes it seems like in just the last week he's lost even more and really quickly.
I called the vet first thing this morning and they said to bring him in at 2:30. I didn't even ask Ben. I'm just taking him. We finally got our van fixed so I don't need to argue with the man to get it done, to get Boo in, and I'm taking care of it myself.
Thing is, I hope thats all there will be to it. I'm REALLY hoping they'll tell me he's just fine, give him a different food, vitamins even. Or maybe tell me that he still has worms and it will be an easy treatment to rid him of them. But I'm TERRIFIED to the CORE that its heartworms. Two weeks ago, no problem, I would've had full confidence it didn't matter what he had, we could take care of it. But right now, ... ugh right now...
Like I said we just got my van fixed. This thing has been sitting for months because first Ben couldn't fix it, then his dad and my grandpa couldn't fix it. When we moved from TN to FL we hauled it with our truck. When we moved to OH again we hauled it as well. And after Ben almost just trashing the thing because he's annoyed with it, he's finally repaired it. New transmission, new windshield, some other things I can't remember that were also fixed. It cost us almost $2k.
And now... now we have less than $500 in the bank. Heartworms cost more then that to treat. I don't know what I'm going to do.
If he has heartworm, I'll be so upset. And not just emotionally upset like crying and worried. I'll be the pissed kinda upset. Because no one would listen to me.
When we moved to FL, wait scratch that. BEFORE we moved to FL, I asked if Boo would be allowed in Keda's house because he is NOT an outside dog. "OH YEAH! No problem! We love Boo! He's a part of your family, we know that!
" *rolls eyes* Was he ever allowed inside unless he was in his crate? Nope. And then even after a week or two he wasn't even allowed in for THAT. From there his health has been dwindling and I swear no one but me cares to see it.
I fought for Ben to back me up, but he didn't want to stand up to Keda. I understood and I felt sympathy for the situation Ben was in and that we were kinda backed into a corner, but I was still upset.
I also would be mad at Ben. Because again, BEFORE we moved, I told Ben if we're headed to FL that he has to agree to take care of Boo and get him on a schedule of frontline and heartguard (like he is suppose to be anyways!) because he's far more likely to get sick from all the mosquitos and stuff down there. Well you can guess that obviously never happened either.
Again, I'm mad. But what could he do? The job we moved for was a friggin' JOKE, there wasn't even a job! So how could I have held it against Ben that he wasn't taking care of Boo when he was already scrambling and struggling trying to take care of and provide for his wife, daughter and unborn son?
So I guess most of my anger is directed at Keda, if he's got heartworms. She lied to us on so many levels and if my dog dies because of it...
... Excuse me while I go barf and then cry in the corner.