Today was a totally weird day. It started off with a bang when the stoopid coffee filter collapsed on itself and my morning java was full of grounds. I don't enjoy my coffee with chunks, thank you very much.
Then Quinn wandered by when I was trying to drink my chunky coffee and I noticed that he stunk really badly. I also noticed that there seemed to be poop blobs in a trail from the direction he had come. I checked out his butt and he had some nasty diarrhea going on back there. Into the tub Quinn went, for a butt bath. I also took the opportunity to give him a hair cut and cut back all the fuzz that grows around Quinn's butt, because I didn't want to have to give him another butt bath when I got home from work today.
That grossed me out, but apparently not enough. then I went outside to do poop patrol, and realized that Quinn's poop was mostly blood. It was all over the patio. I panicked a little bit, then got my act together and called the vet. They couldn't see him until noon today, so I had to take the day off from work. Milo went to school as usual, because I had no idea what was going to happen at the vet appointment.
Meanwhile, Quinn refused to eat (he hasn't eaten since Sunday night, and then not very well) and pretty much just laid around. Except when I took Lily outside, Quinn came along and played with her for a little bit.
I took Quinn to his vet appointment as scheduled and it turns out that if I hadn't gotten him in there, he probably would have died today. He was suffering from something called hemorraghic gastroenteritis, in which his body essential attacks itself and blood starts leaking from the stomach and intestines. High stress dogs (like Quinn) are prone to this, which I did not know before today, because their anxiety levels weaken their immune systems and allow too much of a certain type of bacteria to form in their guts, which leads to dehydration and the internal bleeding. The doc gave Quinn subcutaneous fluids and some antibiotics, along with some medicine to take to help his internal parts heal. She really wanted me to take him for emergency care, but we can't afford that. Our only option is to wait and see if Quinn can conquer this on his own. So far so good. She said that the first 10 hours or so were critical, and that if Quinn lives through tonight, he will fully recover. Quinn did eat some rice and a handful of dog food, and has been taking his medicine like a good boy. Plus he's been drinking a lot more in the last few hours than he was in the past few days, so we think he will be okay.
The thing that upsets me the most about this experience is that I almost didn't go out to do poop patrol this morning. I was in a total rush to get ready for work, after having to take the extra time to give the dog a bath and hair cut, and almost skipped the poop scoop routine. If I hadn't gone out there and seen the bloody poop, I never would have gotten Quinn to the vet in time, and we would have come home to a dead dog. I guess everything does happen for a reason.