Life took an unexpected turn this past weekend when both dogs came down with "kennel cough". Shyla was struck first, and we hoped that maybe R would be spared. Alas, he was not. He started coughing about 12 hours later.
If you've never heard a dog with kennel cough, it is shocking. A previous generation of our Labs caught kennel cough but Shyla's cough was louder and deeper than anything I'd ever heard before in my life. So, we went to the emergency Vet on Sunday, just to make sure that it wasn't something worse than kennel cough.
No one, canine or human, slept much on Sunday night as high-decibel and heart-wrenching dog coughs filled the air. Our regular vet got us some meds today to help control the coughing and maybe defeat this illness sooner.
The worst news of it all was that the Vet School where R had an appointment refuses to see him until he's better. Unfortunately, it's extremely hard to get appointments there so that will probably be in January. Our awesome regular vet is trying to accelerate the process for us. One of his masses is in a spot (on his right adrenal gland) where it will invade a major blood vessel if it's growing quickly so we want to get started on this process sooner rather than later.
Shyla and I are still seeing sunrise together each morning. She is amazingly happy during the interludes between bouts of coughing! Dogs have such incredible outlooks on life. I keep on trying to learn from them but it's hard to mimic their optimism.