Every week since he has been diagnosed with distemper we have had to go to the vet.
Not one week has gone by that Captain hasn’t been on antibiotics. We thought, and so did his vet, that he had stopped the progression of distemper, somehow beating the odds of this fatal disease. He had, up until now, zero neurological issues. He has had mainly flu symptoms and our goal has been finding the antibiotics that were trying to clear his lungs and lingering cold. We were having some luck with some of the medications (zeniquin) and not so much with others, but we were/are prepared for the long battle. Our next appt was supposed to be when he rounded out this new set of pills.
This week he has been acting…off. But still happy, fetching, playing, being his normal sweet self, so we chalked it up to his body fighting the sick.
Except this evening he has been running into walls, falling on his side, and having his back legs give out. He couldn’t even lift them to get over the lip of his crate. It just happened so suddenly. In the past few hours. This disease will fool you. It will make you think things are fine and then things get worse.
We called the vet when he fell this evening and our only choice was overnight care at the animal ER. He doesn’t appear to be suffering and we know that this disease will most likely take his life in the next few weeks, so we are going to keep him home tonight with us. He has a Dr appt at 8am and I guess we will go from there. I refuse to put an animal to sleep unless they are truly gone.
But this makes me so sad.
So very sad.