Not the best day....

A few days ago Tater wasn't acting like herself. She didn't want to do her usual 8:00 a.m. romp-and-stomp around the house with Max. Then she lost her appetite. So I made an appointment to take her to the vet. Well, when it came close to time to take her to the doctor I couldn't find her. Chris found her sitting by the barn all hot (it was about 85* out) and we were worried. She ate some and licked at some water and went to lay down. After he found her I rescheduled her appointment for the next day. Well, that night she went and drank some water and then jumped up on the couch and I sat on the floor in front of her and, the poor dear, threw up all the water that she had just drank. BIG RED FLAG!!! I made sure to keep her in the house the next morning so that we could make it to her 11 a.m. appointment. The morning of the appointment I went and installed some Norton software on mom's computer and I told her about Tater and her hydration issues and mom mentioned parvo.....uh oh. I remember Marsha's hard time with the dreaded virus, and Tony with his issues with parvo... NOT GOOD NEWS!!! Needless to say that I was distraught when I took my little Tater to her appointment. Thoughts of having to put Tater to sleep to keep her from all the treatments ran through my head!!! Well, when I got to the vet's office there was a nice older lady in the waiting area with a cute little white dog (you know the kind you carry around with you everywhere?) and when she saw me teary-eyed holding a very sick pup she also became teary-eyed and tried to make me feel better, which she did. (nice lady) Anyway, the doctor tested my little Tater and she tested positive for parvo.....great... I opted to admit Tater into the pet hospital and have an IV put in. The vet said that she hadn't lost a puppy due to parvo who was admitted to the hospital....I still broke down....this is Tater we are talking about here! While we were waiting for the doctor to examine her, I was holding Tater in my arms and she layed her head on my shoulder and I had the thought, 'I saved her one time (the rest of the litter died) I'll be damned if I'll let parvo take her'! I also promised her the night before that I was not going to give up on her, and that I would make everything all better. I haven't felt this way since Sydney was just born and had to stay in the hospital an extra few days. (I didn't leave her either)
Medicine has come a long way and now the treatment isn't all that bad. I called this evening and Tater is doing ok, she's resting nicely and no vomiting or diarrhea. It will take a few days for my little one to come home. Max misses her. He took out a toy and started squeaking it in front of me and when I threw it he just looked around wanting someone to play with....we all miss Tater. ::sigh:: Max has an appointment tomorrow to get his parvo booster (I'll be dammed if he gets sick!) and I'll see how Tater is doing then. Not the best day.