I am home early from vacation.....we got a call from the kennel that our fur baby was acting strange on Saturday night. I told them to take him to an emergency vet...they did and it turned out his stomach had flipped. They gave him a 50/50 chance and told us it would cost a boat load of money...10k. So we had to chose, from NC to NJ over the phone, we had to chose whether to save our fur baby's life...or save 10 k...and in less then .0005 seconds we chose to have the operation. He is recovering, and doing well. It was a horrible night...horrific. I have never prayed so hard in my life! I told God that he took my baby and I really could not lose the only baby I have, or may ever have...my fur-baby. If we do ever have a baby, then we just saved our baby's dog. I keep getting emotional because I cannot believe that we almost lost our fur baby.
God is good and he heard my prayers and saved our baby (of the fur variety).
My hope for today, a speedy recovery for my little beak.
I am a 35 (almost 36) year old with a supportive and loving husband and one fabulous golden fur-baby! After many failed IUI's and a fresh IVF cycle ending in ectopic---We had a successful FET. 40 weeks of disbelief later we are parents to a beautiful baby girl--every moment I spend with our baby reminds me of how blessed and lucky we are. ...read at your own risk. Of course not one thing I write is meant to offend or upset anyone.
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