Sunday, June 24, 2007

Pride and Priorities

This is Pride Weekend, when we in the GLBT community celebrate how far we have come, the fact that we are proud of who we are regardless of anyone else's opinions of us, when we celebrate and affirm that we are all as meaningful and equal as every other person in the world. Generally, Pride weekend is scheuled to celebrate the anniversary of the Stonewall riots. Scott and I usually attend the Pride Parade and festival. Because we are, you know, gay, and proud of who we are in all aspects, and it's a wonderful life-affirming weekend. Even in fairly liberal Seattle, it's still a great time to be surrounded by people from all walks of life who show us that we're just as wonderful (fabulous, even) as anyone else.

We put out our flag on Friday:









But we ended up skipping the parade and rally and all the other Pride events. Something more important came up.




Kitty, one of our pups (okay, she's going on 11 years old) got sick. She threw up all over the bedroom Thursday night, and as delicately as I can put it, hasn't been able to keep any nutrients in her body for two days. We called our vet yesterday morning, and they said to take her to the doggie ER, which we did. Our poor baby could barely get up from the floor when we got her there; her temperature was very low (panic signal), she wouldn't eat, her eyes were all bloodshot ... not looking good. She's lost 15 pounds since last fall - not a bad thing for a somewhat pudgy pup, but not at all a good sign. The vet said she was very worried about her - she thought there may be some blockage or perforation of her digestive system, and because her temperature was so low, she was worried that Kitty was going into septic shock, which is extremely life-threatening. Scott and I had to coax her from the exam room into the hospital area.




Scott and I both thought that might be the last time we'd ever see her.




After putting down a deposit of about $1,000, we drove home in silence. Neither of us could say what we were thinking. We couldn't do a damn thing to make our baby feel better other than leave her in a strange place and hope for the best. So we went home. I cut the grass, because I needed something to do while Scott waited by the phone. Then it was my turn to sit by the phone while Scott took a break and went out in the yard for a while.




And we cried. We had to have the "how much can we spend on her if it's something terminal" talk. We knew we both felt the same way, but we have to anticipate the eventually inevitable.




The other dogs knew something was up. We could tell they were worried and knew that their Dads were upset.




We talked to the vet later in the afternoon ... they can't find anything majorly wrong. No bleeding, no blockage, no perforations. Her temperature came back to normal.




Today, her temperature is still normal. She's brighter, curious about everything about her, but still no interest in food or water. And her body is still expelling everything quite aggressively, but that could be a good thing. The vet thinks she may have gotten into something bad - god knows what.




We miss her. She's a big moose of a dog, and isn't a vision of patience with the other dogs, but she's a big furry cuddly baby. She's looking better, but not out of the woods until she starts eating and drinking again. I've always thought of her as "my" dog, only because Scott and I got her together. I'd give anything to take a nap with her right now.




How could anyone not fall head-over-heels in love with this creature?

Update: Kitty's home. She's still ... ahem... having some digestive issues. With the vet-recommended canned food, though, she's INHALING her food. And she's SO much more alert, responsive, and happy. And OH so happy to be home. We just took her for a short walk, and she was wagging her tail off like usual. Lots of meds and special diet for a while, but it looks like she's with us for a while longer. We're practically doing cartwheels of joy. Y'all just gotta meet her. A more grateful dog never existed.

15 comments:

Scott said...

Awwww.. I feel terrible for you guys. I hope things turn around for her. How sad.

greggoryk said...

She is gorgeous! I am glad she is feling a bit better.Patrick and I have had Lola for about 7 years now, I hvae no idea how I woyuld react if something ever happened to her, or whaen she actually does pass to the other doggie side.I know I will be a soggy basket case for sure. Don't you just love the way they wiggle themselves right into your heart and take up residence there? Again I am glad she is doing better, and hope you two are as well! There will always be next years parade and festivities.

jo said...

Aw, I'm sorry one of your kids is sick. I hope she gets well soon.

Scott said...

Yaaayy! I just got home and read your update. Thank goodness! So glad she's doing better and back home!

I think you're crazy just like me said...

Oh she is the picture of puppy sweetness! Im hoping she makes a big comeback in the way of knocking you both over enthusiasticly when you wake tomorrow, hee!

Feel better soon pup.

Paul said...

It's not easy being a parent, is it?

LSL said...

I'm so, so glad for the update! What a relief. I've read this a couple of times and my heart has broken for you guys, and just now I noticed the update. Glad things are going better! Kitty is beautiful.

Tom said...

She is adorable! I’m glad she is back on the mend.

Kevin said...

She's adorable. Here's to her continued health. I don't even want to think about what's going to happen when 1 of my dogs gets sick like that.

Hugs.

CondoBlogger said...

Your flag is awesome. Great that Kitty is out the woods!

Lewis said...

Damnit! I had to hear things like this. I'm so glad things are better. And so unhappy that you had a less-than-fun Pride weekend. She's lucky to have you guys in her life.

Scott said...

Matt,

I thought I had your email but I can't seem to find it now. please email me from my blog so I can get it again?

Michael said...

I know how scary and awful it feels to have one of your furry friends under the weather. You just wish they could talk during those moments and tell you what's wrong. I"m so glad it sounds like she's back on the mend!

TankMontreal said...

"We put out our flag on Friday" Great! But don't you think it should really be up all the time?

Matt said...

Our American flag is usually there.

And for us, no, I don't think our pride flag needs to be up all the time. It is symbolic, and importamt, agreed. But we live our lives very transparently and show our pride through our everyday lives. We are always together, and don't shrink from our partnership when a straight person comes along. We are a unified couple in all of our interactions with everyone. I have pictures of Scott and us on my desk at work. When we come home from work, we don't hesitate for a single second to kiss each other hello on our front walk, in front of whoever might be walking by, just as any other couple would do. So honestly, I don't think that I need to have a rainbow flag on my front porch year round to show that I'm proud of who I am/we are. If that was the only way I showed that I am unashamed to be gay, then I wouldn't feel as proud as I do every day by just being me.