Leah and I wound up at the emergency vet clinic late Friday night. Earlier that day, I had a half of a bag (approximately six or so ounces worth) of semi-sweet chocolate out on the kitchen counter, because I intended on making chocolate chip muffins. Well, as I was folding a load of laundry, Alyssa and/or Ryan swiped the bag off the counter. It only took me 2-3 minutes to fold a few towels and put them away, and then notice the bag missing, but in that short time span the kids managed to put the bag within Leah’s reach, and she wolfed down everything.
Silly me, I believed Alyssa when she said that Ryan ate the chocolate. But I obviously knew different around 9:00pm, which is when Leah started vomiting. Let me tell you, vomit of any kind is gross, but the chocolate variety is especially disgusting. Sickly-sweet vomit is not something I ever want to have to deal with again!
So, off to the emergency vet we went, as soon as Dan got home from work. At that point Leah had thrown up at least five or six times, and chocolate vomit was continually dripping from her mouth. I got her there, they weighed her, notated what type of chocolate she ate and approximately how much, and then whisked her off for blood work and medication.
3.5 hours and $413 later, we left. Her blood work showed that her pancreas was okay, but everything was quite elevated, and they were worried about very early signs of heart arrhythmia. Hence why they kept her for three hours. They gave her a bunch of anti-nausea and anti-vomiting medications, and a healthy dose of charcoal, which coated everything in her stomach and prevented any more absorption from happening. They also injected replenishing fluids under the skin behind her neck, and cleaned her up for me and lined her carrier with a fresh pad.
I got home with her around 4am on Saturday morning, and crated her. As of Saturday afternoon, everything had worked its way out of her system, so I gave her a much-needed bath, and cleaned up her crate once again. Right now she’s back to her old self, though she’s on a strict diet of water and plain white rice. She isn’t too thrilled, but I am not taking any chances! I can start giving her some kibbles tomorrow evening, so hopefully by Tuesday she’ll be back on her normal food schedule.
So, I’m tired. That was definitely a rough and unexpected start to the weekend. It was also an expensive one, and a stressful one. I love my dog, and I would be very upset if something happened to her!