Heartbreak

My dog decided to try to end his life a couple of weeks ago by swallowing a broken rusty needle.


Due to his “vacuum cleaner” attitude towards life, we discovered something was wrong with him after 1 week of constant vomiting. The x-ray result was undeniable, and a surgery was unavoidable. To make the decision of bearing anesthetic reaction and internal infection from the surgery versus him dying from the needle was one of the worse moments of my life. Needless to say, I did not have much choice, it was either take out the needle or die.

The vet removed the needle successfully in a 2.5hr surgery.

It was a broken needle about 3.5cm long.

See it, near the words “Lab Test/X-ray”.

However, the vet noticed complications with his intestines and suspected thread might be stuck in there. However when she opened up his intestines, she could not find any thread.

Poor guy was to stay in the clinic for 4 nights for further testing and monitoring due to his intestinal problem.


He pain, I heartache.


More heartache for me to see this. Both his paws were black & blue from the intravenous antibiotic drip and he did not like his clinic stay.


Shaved belly for the op.

And this is the scar from the op, with stitches attached. Seeing this often made my toes curl. And even more so when I have to wash and apply cream on that area twice a day.


Finally after 5days at the clinic he was released on good (intestinal) behaviour. How happy he was to be home. I could also heave a sigh of relief for not losing my beloved dog so early.

Happy to be reunited with his comfy bed again.

With the lampshade round his head he was so miserable. Under supervision he was allowed to go without it and boy did he miss licking his paws!



He had also lost weight from the ordeal. See, he actually has a waist now.



His fashion accessory for 2 weeks.

Update: Homie is fine now, hopefully he has learnt his lesson to stop swallowing inedible things!


Oh my baby, what will I do without you!