We lost our fur baby 2 weeks after our wedding on August 11th. Freddy, a healthy & happy 3-year-old mini goldendoodle was the victim of a hit and run. On that same day, 382 miles away, a puppy was born.
We named him Theodore, keeping our promise to Freddy that we would get him a brother after the wedding.
Theo seemed to have a drippling problem. He soaked my clothes every time he lay on my lap and every time he slept, he drenched his back legs. It was only a few days of having him so I tried not to over-analyze. I mean a 10-week-old puppy is bound to have a ton of accidents like that. Well, his belly looked bloated and we saw a worm in his stool. Being super nervous to take him to the same exact animal clinic that Freddy was a patient at, I decided to go to *Banfield Pet Hospital at PetSmart. I was relieved when the Veterinarian seemed to ignore our concerns about the drippling (said he was a “silly puppy peeing on himself”), bloated belly (saying he “just has a big wormy belly”) and the black discharge in his ears (saying “it’s just waxy puppy ears”). She said we have a “very healthy puppy”, gave him some de-wormer and sent us on our way.
Well, my worrying habits would soon prove beneficial. I was overly worried about the leaking, about his ears, about his belly. I swallowed my anxiety of going to Fred’s vet and took Theo there Friday afternoon. I explained the same concerns to Dr. L just like I did at Banfield 5 days prior. As he was examining T, there was worry in his eyes and he immediately took him for a “fast” ultrasound.
The ultrasound showed a massive amount of fluid outside the bladder with no visibility of a right kidney. X-rays were then taken. At this point, I walked outside to update my husband, as things seemed to be escalating rather quickly.
After the x-rays, Dr. L brought a gasping Theodore wrapped in a towel back in, put him in my arms on the examination table and started to explain, “this is not good, this is not a healthy puppy whatsoever…”
I'm embarrassed to admit what happened next. But as he was explaining the situation to me and as T’s head was collapsing in my arms, I had flashbacks of holding Freddy after he was hit by the car and died in my arms as I frantically administering CPR. The next thing I remember from the conversation, was that my brother kept repeating, “please breathe” and the paramedics were taking my pulse…
I had blacked out.
Eyes slowing opening, I saw T looking at me from the corner of the room still so aspirated. I regained strength as to see if I could save him. I would not lose another precious soul.
Blood work was next to see if there were abnormalities associated with kidney function. I gave T a kiss as he was taken away and the paramedics escorted me out.
He was sent to the ER at the Massachusetts Veterinary Referral Hospital. A conclusive ultrasound was performed and again there was no ID of a right kidney. The concern was the massive fluid pocket, which was urine. Our options at this point were to a) send him back to where we got him with a high probability of euthanasia or b) try and save his life with surgery. Once they open him up and remove the non-functioning kidney tissue, attach the suspected ectopic ureter to the bladder, he has a chance to survive.
We can’t give up on such a helpless living thing that in just 6 days brought us joy again. The bloating and pain he’s been in have not stopped him from showing us love and dedication. There must be a reason that we got a sick dog - someone knew that we would fight to save his life.
We want Theodore to have a chance at a spoiled life just like his brother Freddy had. If you would like to contribute to Theo and share our story, we would forever be grateful.
*In no way am I bashing Banfield Hospitals. I just want people to be aware that misdiagnosis can happen and your responsibility as a dog owner is to always look for signs of discomfort and do your research on what’s normal and what might not be. If I did not do so much research with my first puppy, Theo would not have a chance at life. That was confirmed by the doctors. The large sac would eventually burst ending his life.