Tonight, we were supposed to meet up with a few of our Groovy Franken Friends & catch the new movie, Ocean's Thirteen. At the very last minute, Shiggy decides he's not feeling well & so we took him to the vet instead. He was "normal" this morning & then this afternoon, when he jumped off the couch, he kinda stumbled a little bit. I thought maybe one of his paws was, perhaps, asleep. Maybe he was feeling little pins &/or needles in his paw & so he couldn't walk right. I dunno. That was the first thought. But, then he was just acting kinda weird. He was walking really slow. He wouldn't lay down for very long at all. He appeared very uncomfy when he was walking. Just unusual behavior.
So, I tell Jeff that something's not right with Shiggy. He says he's probably spooked by all the noise in the house (Jeff was pounding something while working on the theater room). After Jeff was done working in the HT room, he saw for himself that Shiggy wasn't right: he got up & then kinda fell over again. He says, "we can't go to the movie; we gotta take Shiggy to the vet."
Where are you going to find a vet at 4pm on a Sunday? Well, right here in Auburn of course. Fortunately, there's an emergency vet in town. I was worried it was going to cost an arm & a leg to take him in, but it was only $60 for the visit (+ whatever meds). The doc couldn't really find anything "wrong" with him, though. He thought maybe he had sprained or twisted his arm when he jumped off the couch. He gave him a shot of pain reliever in the neck & sent us on our way.
I kinda don't think that's what's wrong with Shiggy, but I'm not a veterinarian. A year or so ago, we took him to the vet & he was dehydrated & was given some fluid, subcutaneously. He's kinda acting the same as that time (real lethargic). We're watching him & hoping he'll be up & about, but if not, I suspect we'll be visiting the (regular) vet again.
Today, I am thankful for:
1. Emergency vets
2. Pets
3. Clean desks
4. Quick moves
5. Papa Murphy's
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