It’s no secret that I love little Gamora to bits. She’s the half-pug-half-dachshund bundle of joy that goes speeding about trying to deliver kisses to people and patrol the garden. She’s not very big, but has the propensity to become very fat! This is because I spayed her early – well, partly this. Mostly, it’s because she can eat and eat and eat and keeps looking for food all over the place.
In December, for her third birthday, I had a Birthday & Santa-Paws Pawty. I wanted to celebrate her birthday and host the family for an early Christmas party to kick off the season. Gamora had a ball. Friends and family came to spend time with us and our home was so full of laughter and chatter. It was beautiful.
One of Gamora’s gifts was a bag of dental chews. Gamora has got some allergies so I tend not to give her anything bought, but I let my guard down and gave her some of these dental chews. I didn’t think too much of it and gave her a couple for about 3-4 days.
I then started noticing that she was struggling. All sorts of bits were coming out of her and she also started throwing up. We rushed to the vet, where they told us that the dental chews had most likely caused some kind of obstruction.
They stopped her from throwing up, but for an entire week, I watched her nature’s calls. If they weren’t happening, I was meant to rush her back to the vet. Thankfully, things kept going in the right trajectory and her very swollen and painful belly was no longer bloated and sore.
The vet has said she’s out of danger, but we’ve to monitor her for a bit where her food is concerned to make sure her digestive tract is fully healed. So her kibble is soaked and she gets some porridge at points. She loves it. My greedy little pup just licks her bowl of food till it’s all shiny and glossy.
She wonders why she doesn’t even get homemade treats at the moment and is constantly waiting every time I open the fridge. I wish I could make her understand that I have to go slow with her until her digestive tract has fully recovered and that I’m doing this because I adore her and want her to grow old with me. I’ll do everything that I must to care for this little one.
It’s wonderful now watching her back to her usual self as her belly’s not hurting anymore. A new delivery guy is absolutely besotted with her and asked if he could give her a treat. I’ve explained that she can’t have any – and he very sweetly has taken to throwing her ball into the garden for her to run after. Friends and family come by to visit and she wonders why no one’s letting her lick their fingers after a meal. It’s all part of making sure she gets better. She enjoys the time with them, but I want her to know that we love her and that’s the only reason it’s not business as usual.
She’s a sweet pup! She has a curious nature and is extremely expressive. I want her to know that I’ll always do what’s best for her.
Grace for the soul 
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