It is 4:30 AM. I have to be at work at 7. We have been at the emergency vet all night long. I think he is in worse shape then when we left.

Nixon was fine and went outside to potty when I got off work. He went and got comfy, waiting for a treat. I went to prepare his dinner and he came flying into the kitchen. He got a very long drink and then decided he had to potty again, this time to cleanse his bowels. He came inside a different dog. He was in obvious pain, very vocal, and kept jumping from bed to bed. I went to see what the dosage was for tramadol and then there were warnings saying not to give with Sam-e . I called the E vet my vet recommends and they wanted to see him instead of trying to guess. There was no way to transport him without him being able to lay down.

My neighbor is a cat vet but still a vet so I went and asked her for help. She looked up everything she could and could not find anything that said anyone has ever seen a reaction but she called a pain management vet she knows at another emergency clinic. She said to give him it. 100 mg and an hour later, it had taken the edge off but he was still in obvious discomfort.

My husband who has been in denial the past two days said let's take him to the vet. I called the pain management vet and emailed her all of Nixon's files. End result is we probably did more damage then good. As we were taking him back to the car, Nixon was not secured to the stretcher and in his drugged haze decided to dive up. He fell off the stretcher about 18 inches onto his right side and onto the tumor.

Earlier, They did ultrasound again and there is so much fluid in him that they could not see anything. They took a small sample and it is clear. No blood or anything in it. No signs of protein. They drained a liter off of him and he screamed so badly when they put the cathater in that it freaked the vet out. Nixon is not a vocal dog. We have a prescriptiojn for a class 3 narcotic I believe that we will need to pick up in the am.

Now I am worried if he will make it till Dawn. We left with a dog in worse shape then we came in. He is still leaking fluid all over, panting, and refusing water. We are still in the car and have been home for an hour. He is too anxious to let us take him on a stretcher and not with it enough to go down the ramp He was freaking out so badly I had to ride in the back with him. Now I have to monitor him for shock.

Our vet neighy has voluntyher husband to help us in the am and we will use him. Three is better than one.

Thanks Elizabeth. Just being able to share and cry helps a lot.

To make everyone smile, as we were bringing Nixon into the house finally, a neighbor's cat was in the yard. I asked Nixon, "WHO THE F**K IS THAT?" And he chased the cat out of his yard and then peed to mark his turf. 😀 Drugged out of his mind and still defending his yard.