I was waken up by Missy. She was biting my blankie in between my legs. Tonight is the second night I’m sleeping only a few minutes because of Missy. I felt like a mother to Missy now. Last night was crucial. I was woken up by choking sound, I freaked because that’s how Max died. I don’t want it to happen again. I inserted my index finger in her throat to see if she’s choked or whatever is in her throat. She bit my finger so many times I think she almost puncture my finger.
I ran up and woke my mum up at 3 something in the morning. I was freaking out, I didn’t know what to do. My boyfriend wasn’t next to me to advise me. I was left all alone worried about Missy. Mum came down and mum said nothing is in her throat. I was more worried than my mum. Trust me, I never had such panic attack ever, even when I’m caught doing something wrong by mum or dad. Mum cleaned Missy’s poop and changed the newspapers on the floor. I was still worrying at Missy’s breathing. She was coughing and trying to breath hardly. She was inhaling hard and pushing her stomach so that the air in the stomach is out.
Both of us sat in the living room and looked at Missy sleeps. She was still doing the same sound. I get very annoyed and scared every time she coughs like that. I kept asking her to stop. Mum went up again to bed while I was in the living room trying not to fall asleep so that I can be alert at all time. I set alarm every 30 mins. I fell asleep for ten minutes around 5am and woke up when my alarm rang. I was looking for Missy and found her coughing next to my laptop. I only slept at 6pm when my little brother came down to go to school and played with her for a while before the school bus came.
The next round, my mum came down to go to work. She handed me money to be her some food and I saw Missy sleeping next to me quietly. No more coughing and funny noises. But she’s still breathing hard. I was trying to catch my sleep because I’ve got class in the morning until 3.30pm. Boyfriend came over after mum left and took turn to take care of Missy. I slept another 30 minutes before I get ready to college.
Before heading to college, we dropped Missy back to SPCA and explained the situation to the admin staff. The staff asked me if I want to switch to another pup or stick with Missy. Accordingly, she got a flu virus that could be fatal and infectious to other dogs. I was pissed because they did not mention about fatal. They did not consider Missy feelings and the love we had poured for a day. Plus the panics and worries I had the whole night, worried that she would not survive through the night if she kept on breathing like that. We asked if we could keep Missy there in the meantime while I go to college for classes and boyfriend goes to work. They asked me to consider the options and decide when I come back to collect Missy.
Around 6pm, we collected Missy. We spoke to one of the full time volunteer worker there, Reve. She’s been volunteering for 9 years. Very dedicated. She was giving us instructions and guidelines to take care of Missy. I’ve not had a dog other than Max. Max is very easy to take care compared to Missy. Max was much smaller and healthier when he was brought back home. We took some emergency numbers just in case anything happen to Missy we could contact and get help immediately. I didn’t know they were 24 hours animal clinic around in Malaysia.
On the way back, I sat behind with Missy while boyfriend drives. I was hugging her the whole time. We noticed that she kinda have car sick. Every time she sits in the car, she’ll vomit along the trip. This round we switched off the air condition, wind down the window and I hugged her to calm her down. She was getting very cozy on me. I took my woven top to cover her just in case if she’s feeling cold. She started looking outside and her breathing was much better. She was feeling OK the whole time in the car. She did not vomit and she was looking around.
When we got home, she was still not familiar with the house. She stood a while before she got comfortable. The first thing she did was puking a very small portion of her last meal. Very small. As small as a 10 cents coin. Then, she peed around that spot too. She started getting more comfortable and lied down to sleep. I was trying to play with her but she was too tired and lethargic to play. Boyfriend asked to let her sleep. She slept and I took a towel to cover her so that she would not be so cold. Looking at her falling asleep gives me a feeling I can never explain. Even when I looked at Max sleeps, I don’t feel like that. It’s like satisfaction looking at Missy sleeps soundly without coughing or making funny noises.
Until mum came back around 9-ish, I carried Missy to the sofa bed to sleep so that it would keep her warmer than direct contact on the floor. I went out with boyfriend for coffee with his friend. I came home around 1 something am. Heat up the porridge I made earlier and gave it to Missy. She was asleep, so I forced her to wake up and make her eat her food. She did not want to eat. She was still sleepy. Mum went up to bed. My turn to take over the shift to take care of Missy. She went back to her sleep and I looked at her and slept too.
An hour ago, she bit me. She was awake and I assume she was hungry. I saw poop and pee at the kitchen. Glad to see her moving around. I heat up the porridge again to feed her. She had a few bite and walked away. Probably, she don’t like carrots. I played with her. She’s biting everything INCLUDING my toe. I gave her a pillow to bite and her own bone. She bite a while and started lying down. Guess she’s sleepy again. Now, she’s asleep on my bed. Very quiet and pretty. I’m falling in love with her. She’s like an adopted baby instead of a puppy. I really want to take care of her even if I need to lose my sleep.
Now, the maid is down. My turn to sleep before my classes start. Good morning, babies.
Our second monthsary is coming up and he got something on. I love him. He surprises me all the time.
