Acute Renal Failure is no fun. Mookie has refused to eat much; last night she ate about 1/4 can of dogfood (she has given up on kibble entirely) and several hours later barfed it up. As I ran downstairs to get the clean up tools, she barfed three more times. For good measure, she barfed again in the hallway as I scrubbed the rug.
After that, she settled down. For a while. She hacked up again overnight, but there was really no food left in her system.
She is basically starving herself to death at this point.
Update: We carried her out to the car, a towel under her butt to catch the fluids that dripped from her. At the vet, the diagnosis was acute dehydration. "There's a lot wrong with her, she is really sick." The vet laid out our options in order of the most heroic to the most callous. "It really is OK if you want to put her down now." Unfortunately, the decision appears to be based on our toleration for her pain and suffering rather than her own.
We opted for a middle course: she will get on a fluid drip and spend the day at the vet. If they can get her to a point where she will at home, then we will give it another shot. I reckon if she can't get up and she can't eat, then life ain't worth so much.
Posted by webs0080 at October 14, 2004 5:05 AM