I am grateful that I kept baby Holmes, as it turns out that he and Watson are the last of Phoebe’s children. Phoebe has been picking at her food the past couple of days — which I chalked up to pregnancy. She hasn’t seemed very perky — which I chalked up to pregnancy. Last night she refused a slice of banana — whoa! I can’t imagine pregnancy causing that. This morning she did not look well. Her eyes were strange, out of focus, and with some discharge. I called the vet and he fit me in at 2:30. X-rays and ultrasound later — there are no puppies, there was a firm mass in one horn of the uterus. Phoebe was promptly taken to surgery and spayed; she had pyometra. The large firm mass was an encased glob of non-resorbable sutures from a prior C-section. Her white blood count was very high and the toxicity in her body was creating pressure behind her eyes. Poor Phebes. I feel so badly.
She is fine, well hydrated, on pain meds, spending the night at my vet’s office. I’ll fetch her in the morning. She’ll be staying downstairs — I just can’t carry another dog up and down stairs.
We’re so sad though 🙁
