Poor Abby – she’s had a rough time of it the past 24 hours.
I picked up two big bags of grass clippings and leaves in New Denver the other day – well fermented and stinky. Heavy too, so I wrestled them out of the car and to the side of the driveway, waiting until Simon could wheelbarrow them down to the compost pile for me.
Well, yesterday, we were working like mad in the hot late morning sun when I caught Abby out of the corner of my eye, eating the compost. She had ripped a hole in one of the bags.
I told her to stop and we got it all to the tarped heap. Because Abby has been eating crap all her life, I didn’t think too much of it. She was lethargic later in the day but we chalked that up to too much heat. She doesn’t do well in heat any more. So we let her in where she could chill.
She ate dinner and went to her bed, looking not quite her usual self. Then, later that evening she vomited. But about 10 p.m., Alisa noticed that she was breathing rapidly. I monitered her for a while and then she seemed fine and I went to bed. But I heard her panting. Not right. I went downstairs and realized something was seriously not right.
I decided to stay down and sleep with her on her bed. Simon and Alisa came up from watching a movie and were equally concerned. We figured sunstroke and cooled her down with ice packs and rubbing alcohol on her pads. Not much better.
At 11.30 we called the vet. It was just before that, that I connected the dots with eating the stinky, fermented compost and how she was feeling.
The vet advised us to get her outside, so we opened the patio doors and moved all of us out there. Abby seemed to do better on the cool grass. So we sat, me half-dozing every few minutes. At about 1 a.m. Simon suggested I get an hour’s sleep – then he would sleep and I would come back – never leaving her alone. Alisa, meanwhile, refused to leave at all.
So I caught an hour. Abby had been vomiting while I’d slept and as soon as I was alone with her (having finally sent Alisa to bed), she started vomiting quite a lot. And, of course, everything that came up was stinky, well-fermented compost.
I don’t think any of us got more than a couple of hours of sleep. At 9 a.m. I called the vet and we beetled over to see him. He called it poisoning pretty quickly. He gave her a shot, examined her thoroughly and gave us the good news that she was going to recover. So she’s a little less dazed, resting, not panting, no longer vomiting, eating a little bit of special easily digestible food the vet gave us – she’s going to be okay. It may take time, but we are so thrilled that she is such a fighter.
Abby was surrounded by love last night. She was never alone. And we loved and supported each other – or, I should say, I was hugely supported – Alisa’s and Simon’s love made all the difference in the world to me.
It’s going to be okay.
And on a completely other note, look at this beautiful moth resting on our daylillies.