Complicated Diagnosis in a Dog: Holly And Her Illness
Illness can get complicated and diagnosis such cases is a process.
Sometimes your veterinarian tries a treatment, and it might work even though it is unclear what’s wrong. And sometimes, the immune system and the body’s healing potential end up having to do the job. Sometimes you don’t know. All is well that ends well.
Thank you, Julia Davis, for sharing Holly’s story.
This is my journey with my beloved Rottie, Holly. In October, I took Holly to the vet as she kept sitting down when we went for a walk. This went on for a week, and I decided that she just was not right.
One of her cruciate ligaments had completely ruptured.
Holly’s bilateral knee surgery
She was booked in for surgery the following week, and low and behold……her other one went! So two surgeries, two weeks apart it was! She recovered from the surgeries well. She was the perfect patient.
They had shaved her back (for a morphine patch) and, obviously, her legs. Her fur grew back on her legs but nothing on her back! So, she started hydrotherapy on the vet’s advice, and Holly was getting cartrophen jabs for her cartilages.
We were in and out of the vets at least three times a week for the first 6 weeks and then fortnightly until April.
In July, she went back for her cartrophen injection and vaccination. But, unfortunately, the bald patch on her back had still not grown back, which even her vet considered strange.
We have accepted that this was how she was going to be as she had been investigated for hair loss two years earlier, and all testing came back negative.
She still didn’t seem keen on walking very far.
They suggested putting her on Metacam, but we declined because she didn’t appear to be in pain or discomfort.
A bout of sickness
At the very end of September, she had a bout of sickness, so I rushed her up to the vet (she had destroyed a toy, and I suspected that was the culprit). She also had a slight fever, so we agreed to treat it as a bug. However, if no improvement within 48 hours, other investigations would need to be done.
The next day she was back to her normal self!
We dutifully finished the antibiotics, and all seemed well until the end of the week when she didn’t seem right. I rang the vet, and they said to observe or, if I was concerned, to bring her in. She was quiet for the rest of the day but did eat her dinner.
When I woke up the next day (Sunday), Holly was in a lot of pain.
I rang the emergency vet and took her in that afternoon. We saw a wonderful vet who was very straight and to the point. Holly had a temp of 40, and they put her on Metacam. However, the vet insisted that we bring her back in the morning for a scan. She was concerned as Holly’s “lady’s bits “were swollen, and so were her teats.
Holly had been like that for at least a year, and our other vet had said it was nothing to worry about!
Hubby took her in the next day, and the vet said he would call.
We got a call to go back in the afternoon, and that was when our nightmare began.
The vet had found a lump that he suspected to be on her ovary, and he was going to remove it the next day. He had given her pain relief, put her on a drip, and tried to get her temperature down.
We gave her a kiss and cuddle and told her to be good.
I will never forget that heavy feeling in my heart as we walked away. We drove home in complete silence, both of us too choked up to talk. Had my poor dog not been through enough?! She had just had her 6th birthday, was she going to see another?
The next afternoon, we got a phone call to say that the op had gone well and a large lump had been removed and sent away to be tested. She was comfortable, snoring her head off and on a drip for fluids and pain relief. We agreed not to see her as she was so sleepy, and sleeping would aid her recovery.
At work the next day, I counted down the hours until I could see Holly.
I got a call from hubby to say,” I don’t want to alarm you, but the vets have rung and need us over as soon as possible.
They had got her out to scan her abdomen, and as they put her back in, she had fitted on them. So off we both went again in silence, neither of us knowing what to say.
The vet had also mentioned Holly was knuckling.
I had never heard of that! When we arrived, we were told that her leg was knuckling under her, she had had a fit, and blood results said she needed a transfusion. Could it get any worse?!
They told us that knuckling is usually neurological and that there was a possibility that the tumor had spread to her spine or brain and that we should seriously consider putting her to sleep.
There was also a possibility that her bone marrow had been suppressed from excess estrogen and may never kick back in.
The technician brought Holley on a trolley and gave us time with her to make our minds. A decision had to be made soon as the only pet blood bank in the UK was in Loughborough and would take about 3 hours to be couriered down.
As she saw us, the vets agreed that her reaction to us was amazing, as ill and weak as she was. We spent about 15 minutes with her, she was getting lots of kisses, and her little stump did not stop.
I looked into her eyes and could see that there was more life in this dog!
Fight for Holly
Decision made! We were going to fight despite all the odds. She wasn’t ready to give up, so neither could we. However, we did stipulate that should something go wrong during the transfusion, which can sometimes happen, I requested they did not resuscitate. Those words were the hardest I had said.
Then we went home. They called when the blood arrived and went through it all again, including our wishes, and said they would call the next day if all went well or if the worse possible happened, they would call no matter what time of night.
I got a call at 7 in the morning to say that the transfusion had gone well and that they would call in the afternoon with another update.
I got home from work at 2 pm to be told by my hubby that we have got to go back. When we got there, everything was fine, but Holly wasn’t eating. So they wanted to see whether she would eat for us. And she did eat from my hand!
We were talking to the vet just outside her kennel about when she could come home, and out she came and then bang down on the floor…..her bloody leg!
I still did not know what was going on with it, but their main concern was getting her blood levels up and then maybe investigating on a neurological level.
I went back that night to feed her again. She had a body stocking on as her wound was seeping. At this point, she looked very sorry for herself, and I wondered whether or not I had made the right decision.
She seemed in pain, and her breathing was heavy. Finally, the vet agreed she was in pain and gave her a pain jab there and then.
The quest for answers
For the next four days, that was our routine—endless phone calls and visits.
She was getting stronger on her leg, eating and drinking, so they decided she would be far happier at home. Holly came home about 8 days after her op, with a pain relief patch on that would wear off the next morning!
The next two weeks were spent at the vet’s nearly every day, having her wound re-dressed, as it was seeping and not healing properly.
She struggled with pain as well and was put on Tramadol. She wasn’t eating much either, and on a few occasions, I came home from work to find her shaking in her crate due to the high temperature.
Her leg at this time still knuckled but was getting better slowly.
I remember taking her for a check-up and other pet owners whispering, “oh look, that dog must have been hit by a car.” Some days I just wanted to scream. I hadn’t slept in my bed, and I was on the settee supervising my fur baby.
Eventually, they put Holly on a powerful antibiotic and told me off when I said that she was going to the park for “toilets,” which, may I add, is about 5 houses away from me. Typical stubborn Rottie wouldn’t go in the garden, so do you drag her out laying on her belly (where her stitches were) or walk her 10 seconds to the park? We chose the park!
I’m sure it’s her stubbornness that got her through it all!
Holly does what she wants to do, not what the vet says she should! Eventually, her wound started to heal slowly, and blood and lump results were in. Holly’s lump was suspected cancerous. However, no surrounding areas at this stage were affected, so was a sit-and-wait situation. The next few weeks would tell whether her bone marrow was going to work on its own.
They also did a thyroid test at the same time, and yes, she tested hypothyroid! Holly got started on soloxine the next day and was at the vets every week with check-ups and blood tests.
At this stage, her leg was back to normal, no more knuckling!
Just as we started to relax, Holly collapsed.
And the knuckling returned. They kept Holly in overnight, and they ran blood tests on her. Her RBC has dropped from 33 to 28. We were told that there was a possibility the bone marrow was not going to work. However, it could just be where transfusion has dropped off, and now maybe her body will kick in.
The next morning we could collect her, she looked fine. Alert, eating, and dragging the vet around outside for a toilet. His words were she was as strong as an ox.
From that day, we have not looked back!
Her leg was working fine. Her fur has all grown back, even her second coat that she lost 3 years ago. She lost a lot of weight after the op going from a hefty 46kg to 36 kg and has now settled at between 38-40kg.
She was like a pup again!
I have my dog back. For how long? No one knows, but my vet did say by rights she, on paper, should never have made it this far. Maybe, just maybe, she will go the distance! Her knuckling ……no known reason, they have put it down to being in such a bad shape overall. Who knows?
We have now registered Holly with the emergency vet as they were spot on with her and gave her the best care ever! So, for now, everything is going well. Let’s hope it stays this way.
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