Beryl ate when we got home from the vet, but didn't eat much and didn't eat dinner. When my little puppy refused breakfast, I got concerned and called the vet. On our second visit, my puppy's runny nose and lack of appetite, combined with his upper respiratory infection, resulted in a second and sometimes fatal diagnosis: Distemper. The doc suggested he be admitted to the hospital and stay for a while.
I lost it-- Matt left for Angola the same morning and this was a lot to take in. Since he was just released from the Humane Society, it broke my heart to think he'd be back in a crate in a tiny room with other dogs. His blood count was good and he wasn't dehydrated. The doctor gave him some fluids, and some anti-nausea medicine, and I opted to bring him home, hoping I could get him to eat.
I started him on baby food (turkey and turkey sticks) and he began to eat. After a slow start Friday, he was happy and healthily eating wet dog food on Saturday. We even went on a super short walk and played in the yard all day. I was beginning to think my puppy was misdiagnosed.
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