Flopsy Saved!

Flopsy leads Spot and Sol around Higueron in high speed chase a few days after his close call.
It was touch and go – very scary. We really thought we had lost him.
I got up yesterday morning and for the first time in Tigre history, Flops was not at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me. I raced to the laundry room, where he sleeps at night with Spotty, and found him lying on his side, belly tight and swollen, partially conscious but just. Something very bad was killing poor Flopsy.
Gerry had mentioned the night before that Flops seemed a bit droopy. We were sitting out at the pool at the time, Flopsy resting quietly beside us, while the other dogs roughhoused all over the place. I didn’t notice it at the time because Flops usually doesn’t roughhouse anyway. Now that memory came back in light of the alarming new symptoms. This was serious! Janet helped me settle Flops in the battery room, where we examined him more carefully. His situation was beyond the vomit stage. Whatever he ate sometime ago was now wreaking havoc with his intestines.
We raced over to the stables, rummaged through the animal medicines and found what we needed. After giving Flops a dose of a broad-spectrum quinolone and parasite medicine, we decided to watch him until 8AM, and if he didn’t improve, we would take him to the vet. I tried not to cry but couldn’t help it. I was so afraid that we might lose poor Flops and I just couldn’t bear it. Not after losing Samantha to that awful snakebite. Not Flopsy!
The morning crawled by and Flopsy slept. At 7AM, his belly was still bloated but softer. He had not vomited, and so the meds had reached the theatre of action. He began drinking water at 8AM and eating at noon.
This morning, Flopsy woke me up with his – woooh, woooh, wooooh! We went out walking as usual. Did the meds work or did he just get better anyway? Who knows!
Flopsy lives! All is well in the jungle.