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I love Taba, my dog. Everyone knows that. I’ve spoiled him a lot. He’s my life right now. I’d figuratively die if I lose him.

Two days ago, I woke up with my bed having wet splotches here and there. At first I thought Taba peed. I switched on the lights and saw that there was pee and poo on the floor. Amazingly, I didn’t step on any of them.

I went back to my bed and was about to check on Taba or spank him for peeing on the bed, but I saw him drooling. Salivating. Excessively. It wasn’t like how Bokbok drools. It was like a leaking faucet. My heart started beating fast. It was 3 in the morning and the Animal Clinic next door wasn’t open yet.

I cleaned up his mess. I was hopeful that he’d stop salivating in a couple of minutes. He didn’t.

I went online and searched for the symptoms he was showing. Excessively salivating. I checked for more possible symptoms. His eyes were a little teary.

The things that I found were scary. Horrifying.

He probably just has an upset stomach.
He probably has been poisoned.
He probably has bloat.

Upset stomach, probably. He didn’t eat anything since the morning the previous day and refused to eat the night before. … And then I realized that was another symptom.

Poisoned. Mama just put flea powder on him. But he’s been using that for months. I don’t really know but it was the most possible thing I could think of.

Bloat. I read that even excessive intake of air can cause bloat. And a dog could die within minutes.

I was panicking. Checking if his stomach was tight–which wasn’t, coz he hasn’t eaten anything.

Checked if he was vomiting… no, he wasn’t.

He was weak… When he stood up, he was shaking a little, as if about to fall. T_T I let him lie on my bed and put a towel under his mouth because he was really salivating. I changed towels twice because they got drenched.

Every 30 minutes, I would go out and check if the Animal Clinic was open already. There was a 24 hour sign outside so I thought they’d be open… but they weren’t.

At last, 7am. Saw someone there, but he said they open at 8. Okay, fine.

Tried to make Taba as comfortable as possible, put a blanket over him. The hour wait was soooo long. He stood up and jumped off the bed and tried to poop on the floor, but instead, blood came dripping out. The horror. I was crying already. Mama came in and I told her about what was happening. She said it was because I didn’t feed him last night. She cooked fried chicken for him and he just ignored it.

At last, it was 8am. Brought Taba to the clinic right away. Told the vet the symptoms I was seeing. At first she was just calling her helper to assist… taking her time. But when she saw that Taba dripping blood on the floor, and saw how much he was drooling, she started working on him immediately and said that it was serious.

I had him confined, with an IV plugged into him. Worried, but I needed to sleep, and it would be best if he gets taken care of there. Mama visited him twice while I was asleep and he was really so weak.

I tried giving him food that night… Chicken… and he ignored it again. The vet said they’ll just force feed him later that night.

The next day, Taba looked so much better. He was already wagging his tail. He badly wanted to go home.

The vet prescribed a LOT of medicine for him. Apparently, he’s one sick doggie. For two weeks, he’s going to cost me P92/day.

I’m about P4000 poorer right now. But like Yu says, he’s worth it. I still feel so guilty for letting Billy, Milly, and Madeleine die. I know they needed medical attention… but I let them die. I won’t let Taba die. I want to grow old with him. I want to have at least a kid and that kid would love Taba as well.

I’ve spent my computer savings so far for Taba. The computer can wait. Taba can’t.

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