Along the way, friends emailed a protocol, for Rocephin.
Already knew about it. Thank you, Harry.
Late at night, the ER vet said the x-rays showed a mild pneumonia in one lung. She thought Rocephin was too big a cannon. She said she would use a different antibiotic.
This worried us. We began searching for someone who could help us. When the clinic closed in the a.m., we found help thanks to our regular vet, and brought our wolfhound to a specialty hospital more than two hours away.
The x-rays there showed a collapsed lung (the one that had been clear in the ER).
Severe pneumonia, they said. They planned to use Rocephin, the vet told us.
THE FIGHT TO LIVE
It was a fight to save her.
Pneumonia can kill a wolfhound in less than 24 hours.
It has killed other wolfhounds, in recent months.
After several days in the ICU and an anxious wait for us, our baby made it. Two weeks later, she continues to recuperate.
If we had waited to bring her to the ER, she would have died. If we had never heard of Rocephin, we may have been more complacent about medications.
We have Harry to thank.
We sure miss that big goofy guy. He was so sweet. Anyone who met him, loved him.
During these past dark days and dark nights, we have been thinking of Harry often.
And we believe somehow, his spirit is with us, still.
He loved Ginny so much, and she loved him back.
He was her protector, her guardian. The Pack Patriarch.