I have a female dog named Zoey who is now four years old. About three months ago she was a healthy dog, until one day all of sudden she got a little sick. We thought it was her food, and so really we didn’t think anything of it. The next day she got worse. Then we decided to take her to vet. The vet ran some blood tests and said they weren’t sure what was wrong with her, so they kept her overnight. We talked to the vet and she said we can take her home but her condition is not good.

A couple of days later and she had gotten worse, to the point where she couldn’t move. So that day after we took her back to the vet and they started antibiotics. They said just in case of infection, a normal procedure. So she stayed overnight and the vet said it would be days before the blood results came back and said the most frightening thing – we can wait a few days or open her up, because she will not make it through the day, or possibly through the surgery if she needed it. So me and my wife have been told the worst, and this dog is a part of our family and we would be devastated to lose her. So they opened her up, hoping she would wake from the anesthesia.

At that point we put food in Zoey’s dish, and filled her other dish with water, staying positive that she would come home. We got a call six hours after the surgery. Our Zoey woke up, but her blood count was way below normal. The vet did not find any intestinal disruption at all. Said her organs were very healthy. He closed her and put her back on an IV bag and we waited. So me and my wife washed her toys and blanket, thinking she was coming home.

We got a call the next day from the vet saying that Zoey was improving but still weak. The situation remained the same for three days straight, when the vet said to come visit her and we saw her and she was wagging her tail but still weak. She finally started eating. We visited her for the next seven days, and after that she was all better, although we still took her home with medicine.

As of today she is a healthy dog running and playing around. I never stopped believing and stayed positive that she would come home. Thank you Rhonda. From Steve and family.

To follow up, I also wanted to include that we donated old blankets during our visits to see Zoey.