Boyfriend has been amazing as I've spent my entire weekend crying. And crying. And pouting. And crying.
I keep trying to tell myself things could be a lot worse, but let me tell you why I still think it's the end of the world.
My pride and joy
My baby girl
Polly is in the hospital, and has been since Saturday morning
Polly was a little turd and ate a cord
Yup, a cord
She chewed right through it
Because this was three weeks ago, I thought nothing of it.
Except on Tuesday she started acting sick.
And if she did eat it came right back up.
After taking her to the vet, it was obvious she had something foreign in her tummy that looked like little strings.
Lo and behold, they're wires (we think).
The vet I went to couldn't do the operation she needed since it was so risky.
So he called a specialist
...who denied Polly and the procedure. "Too risky"
So he called another specialist
Which is where Polly is right now
She's eating again which is SO OVERWHELMINGLY EXCITING. But the wire's haven't moved and are staying kaput.
Tomorrow, one specialist will use a scope to see if they can pull the wire out without surgery. Then right after another specialist is prepared to operate on her in several different locations to pull out these wire pieces that are stuck in my Polly.
My heart is breaking for my little Polly.
So friends, if there's anything I'd hope you'd learn from this is to watch what types of things your pup likes to chew on. Otherwise you'll be slammed with a bill like mine:
I don't know about you, but I don't have $4K just hanging around.
Just saying :-(:-(