It was exactly a week ago when we rushed Moochy to Vet’s Nook, after 2 days of no food intake. Good thing though, Mom kept him hydrated. I
almost cursed the first vet who did nothing else but say that he would be cured by contrimixazole. My instinct wouldn’t let me believe, so I decided to bring him to another vet who was recommended by a good friend.
First thing I know upon arriving there, we did the right move. Moochy was promptly attended by Dr. Enrico, Moochy’s attending vet, and a nurse. Picture an emergency room scenario. That’s the most accurate description of what they did to Moochy.
I almost cried when his vet told us that his body temperature was dropping. He was explaining a lot of things that at the moment, I couldn’t really process and understand, because all I want to hear from him is that Moochy would be fine in no time.
With heavy hearts, we left Moochy there. We were left with no assurance that Moochy would recover, or when he would recover,
or if he would ever recover.
I could hardly remember a day when I was able to catch a good sleep. I couldn’t concentrate on my work, and all. Whenever and wherever I see a dog, I remember him and I would silently weep. Some might think that this is too much, but when you love someone or something, I guess you would understand.
Mom was able to visit him almost every day, while I could only wish I could do the same. I prayed hard for his recovery. I even asked some to pray for him too. I couldn’t stop myself from being emotional all the time he was sick, my family had never seen me cry hard for someone or something, except for him. Other relatives would even say, there are a lot of dogs out there and we could always get a new one. That’s so easy to say, they really don’t understand.
His second day of being away was the hardest, he still gives no sign of any recovery. The news really broke my heart. His vet told us to give him more time, they still haven’t figured out what really is making him weak. Moochy haven’t taken any food yet, and still keeps on vomiting. He was given a dextrose, to atleast, keep him hydrated. I almost lost hope.
Until Thursday came, his vet sent me a message telling me that Moochy ate a bit. And if he continue to eat and stop to vomit, he could be released in two days. Finally, there’s already an improvement. I never ceased to pray. I was so happy to hear the news. And I am more than happy that I was not alone in this phase, Mom would even ask us if we already prayed for Moochy. Friends would also ask about Moochy’s condition. And that is exactly where I drew my strength from—I felt that they really do love Moochy too.
Later that night, we were told that Moochy removed his dextrose. I smiled, I knew he was recovering. Moochy’s fond of removing anything you try to put to his body, except for his clothes. I attempted more than a hundred times to put a clip on his hair, and he wouldn’t let me. So yes, that’s a sign that he’s already recovering.
Then came Friday, his vet said that we could fetch him up on Saturday. I
almost jumped for joy! Finally. Saying I missed him so much is an understatement.
Mom and I kept on bugging his vet to release him early in the morning. We were up by 7am, we waited ‘til 8am for the nook’s opening, and then we called. Good thing, his vet allowed us to pick him up early.
I should have confined Moochy in a private room in La Salle. Kidding. But yes, almost the same rate— do the math. And like newly released in-patient people, he was also given a lot of medications to take for his full recovery.
I am certain that Moochy listened when I talked to him and said that he should be strong, and that he should fight, and not leave me. I saw him nod when a tear from my eye landed on his face.
Right now, Moochy’s on my lap, sleeping. I am actually more than thankful for having him back. I couldn’t thank God enough for giving me another chance to be more loving and caring to Moochy.
This is already his second life— and I wouldn’t let it be a waste.
What happened to Moochy taught me a lot of things. That is, to not let a day pass without letting the ones you love feel loved, to not let them be taken for granted, and to spend as much time as you could with them. It also made me understand what mothers feel about their children. It is only now that I’ve learned to appreciate all the panic moments, the sermons, the warnings, and all. Literally, I was never a mother. But being the one who bought and raised Moochy, in one way or another, I consider myself one of them. Figuratively and emotionally, I am. And no one could ever take that away from me.
I am more than grateful for having Moochy— someone who’s been the source of our joy and happiness.
For the best playmate, best listener, best stress-reliever, best alarm clock, best comedian, best actor, most effective happy pill, most charming, most loving, most affectionate, most sensitive, most tactful, most lazy big-ass partner I’ve ever had, I love you— more than words could ever say and more than I could ever make you feel.
Moochy upon his confinement
Second day in Vet’s Nook
Moochy upon his release, 1 week and 3 days with no bath, still a cutey
These are the moments I would never trade for anything else