I am fine now, but last week was rough. I was tired and coughing a LOT. By Friday morning, I couldn't breathe and my whole body was shaking. My assistant rushed me to my veterinarian. Everyone was crying and there was lots of talk about "the end". Being that it was Friday, I assumed they were talking about the end of the work week ...though usually this makes my assistant jump for joy, not cry.
My vet took a chest x-ray, which revealed more fluid in my lungs. She recommended I be transferred to the Chicago Veterinary Emergency and Specialty Center (my cardiologist's office) for oxygen and monitoring. As she carried me out from the back of her office, she whispered "Godspeed, Pip". Now, I don't know what "Godspeed" means exactly, but I am pretty sure it doesn't mean "I'll meet you after work for a burger".
I spent the day at the Chicago Veterinary Emergency and Specialty Center or the house of miracles as my assistant now calls them. Long story short, I am home and I am fine (for now). It was a very close call. I was standing at the foot of the bridge, but decided to turn back ...cause I have a few more things to do before I go ...
more couch time
more quality time with my feline sisters
and most importantly, more time to rub my nose (and stink) all over the new throw pillows. Life is good, my friends!