Took little Angel to the vet today for her first check up and to see if there’s anything serious about a cough she’s been having. Apparently, she has inflamed lymph nodes because her body is fighting an infection from a nasty cough. But it’s not that bad as she’s still very active, full of energy and eating and excreting normally. The doc put her on a prescription of antibiotics and cough mixture (which funnily, I had to get from Guardian Pharmacy), and if everything goes well, she should recover in about 10 days.
Poor little angel. I believe she caught this bug at the pet shop we got her from, and after I got past the anger of being sold a doggy that’s not 100%, I soon realized that I probably saved her. If she had stayed any longer with all the other sick dogs, the infection would have developed to TB and given the high mortality rates at these pet shops, this little 10 week old baby wouldn’t have had a good fighting chance. And if it really did happen, I think they would rather put her down than pay for x-rays, hospitalization and a potentially expensive treatment.
On the way home she fell asleep in my arms, wrapped in a warm towel with her little head snuggled on my tummy. I looked down at her and knew I did the right thing.And truly, I’m the lucky one.