Here is an update on Liam. On Tuesday, he had a very bad spell, lying prone on the floor for hours and hours. His breathing was labored, and we thought we were losing him. What a long day!
But then, when night came, Liam perked up. He was so weak that Clif had to carry him down the front steps to the backyard. But once in the backyard, Liam walked around, sniffed a bit, and even woofed when he heard the snorting of what we think was a deer.
Wednesday, he continued to gain strength, even though we had to help him get up from a lying position and carry him up and down the front steps.
Today, he is getting up by himself, but Clif is still carrying him up and down the front steps.
Liam is drinking water aplenty, but unfortunately he is still not eating. I’m hoping he’ll soon turn the corner on this. If not, I’ll give the vets a call.
Because Lian is not eating, the pills must be pushed down his throat. How I hate, hate, hate to do this. I’d gladly clean up any stinky mess rather than force pills on him. But, as Clif pointed out, without the medicine, Liam would surely die.
Yes, he would. And so I do it. Actually, it takes two of us. Despite being so sick, that dog has mighty strong jaws.
We are feeling encouraged by the progress Liam has made, and to celebrate, here’s a close-up of one of my lovely irises.
Bloom on, flowers and dogs.