Princess_Meghan <3
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I'm just worried about our dog, and need to vent my worries a little.
Back story: Last summer, my sister's dog ate a full bottle of prescription strength ibuprofen. He was at the vet's for a week, and they fully didn't expect him to survive. He did manage to pull through, but as a result, he has very bad kidneys, and the vet told us that they could fail at any time. We've had a few incidents with him eating medicine since then, but nothing too major. He's only had to go to the vet to have his stomach pumped once. We've become very careful about keeping all medicine in cabinets and shut in drawers so that he can't get to it, because if he can smell medicine, he will get it and eat it.
Yesterday evening, he got onto my sister's bed while she was downstairs, and he opened her purse and rummaged through it to pull out a bag of ibuprofen that she had forgotten was in there. My sister wasn't downstairs a full 20 minutes before she found him, and she immediately ran downstairs to get my mom, and ask her what she should do. My mom said she didn't think she should take him to the vet, because his kidneys are already so bad, but my sister and I did end up going, because my sister would never forgive herself if she didn't try everything to save him.
We got him to the vet before the pills had been in him for 40 minutes, and they pumped his stomach, but no pills. The vet told us they could only assume the worst, and asked us if we wanted to put him on an iv and start running tests and giving him the proper medications. I told my sister it was up to her, because she has to pay his vet bills. She ended up agreeing, and now he's been at the vet since yesterday.
Last night they called us after running his bloodwork, and told us that his kidney levels are three times what they should be. She said if they reach 81% by this afternoon, that things don't look good for him at all. My step-dad pointed out to us that his kidney levels could have already been as bad as they were because of what happened last year, so we really don't know how bad things are until his tests are run this afternoon. My sister also has no idea how many pills he actually ate, because she doesn't know how many were in her bag. The vet and my sister made a guess of 25, but they really have no idea at all if it was more or less than that.
I just really don't like playing the waiting game. I know that there's nothing that we can do for him right now except pray for him and go visit him, but I just feel so frustrated because there's nothing I can do. He's the sweetest dog, and he's just so loving to everyone. My mom often says that if someone broke into the house, he would just wag his tail and want to play with them.
I'm just really worried about him, and needed to put that out there to someone other than my family, because I know they're worried too, and shouldn't have to listen to me worrying. If you're still reading this, thanks for reading.
Back story: Last summer, my sister's dog ate a full bottle of prescription strength ibuprofen. He was at the vet's for a week, and they fully didn't expect him to survive. He did manage to pull through, but as a result, he has very bad kidneys, and the vet told us that they could fail at any time. We've had a few incidents with him eating medicine since then, but nothing too major. He's only had to go to the vet to have his stomach pumped once. We've become very careful about keeping all medicine in cabinets and shut in drawers so that he can't get to it, because if he can smell medicine, he will get it and eat it.
Yesterday evening, he got onto my sister's bed while she was downstairs, and he opened her purse and rummaged through it to pull out a bag of ibuprofen that she had forgotten was in there. My sister wasn't downstairs a full 20 minutes before she found him, and she immediately ran downstairs to get my mom, and ask her what she should do. My mom said she didn't think she should take him to the vet, because his kidneys are already so bad, but my sister and I did end up going, because my sister would never forgive herself if she didn't try everything to save him.
We got him to the vet before the pills had been in him for 40 minutes, and they pumped his stomach, but no pills. The vet told us they could only assume the worst, and asked us if we wanted to put him on an iv and start running tests and giving him the proper medications. I told my sister it was up to her, because she has to pay his vet bills. She ended up agreeing, and now he's been at the vet since yesterday.
Last night they called us after running his bloodwork, and told us that his kidney levels are three times what they should be. She said if they reach 81% by this afternoon, that things don't look good for him at all. My step-dad pointed out to us that his kidney levels could have already been as bad as they were because of what happened last year, so we really don't know how bad things are until his tests are run this afternoon. My sister also has no idea how many pills he actually ate, because she doesn't know how many were in her bag. The vet and my sister made a guess of 25, but they really have no idea at all if it was more or less than that.
I just really don't like playing the waiting game. I know that there's nothing that we can do for him right now except pray for him and go visit him, but I just feel so frustrated because there's nothing I can do. He's the sweetest dog, and he's just so loving to everyone. My mom often says that if someone broke into the house, he would just wag his tail and want to play with them.
I'm just really worried about him, and needed to put that out there to someone other than my family, because I know they're worried too, and shouldn't have to listen to me worrying. If you're still reading this, thanks for reading.
The hardest thing to accept is that accidents happen. I'm really sorry. My sister lost a 3yo cat to ibuprofen poisoning last year. I hope things improve but I have to admit, it doesn't look too good. 



I would just stay the course.
Keep us posted!
And I won't even share some of the nastier things...Thankfully, he was a big dog and suffered no adverse consequences. But I had to be on guard all the time. i'm surprised we didn't have more drug emergencies, frankly.