Overnight Roo didn't seem to feel too bad, but at around 7 she needed to get out. As you know, that's way too early for Roo to get out of bed. But she diarrhea again and then the reflux started hitting her. Within an hour she was feeling bad enough that it was hard to get her loaded in the car on time to make the 140-mile drive to see the internal medicine specialist in Tulsa.
It's late, and so I'll post more tomorrow. The planned ultrasound (the flowing hair I've been letting grow for a couple of years was shaved to apple-smooth on her belly) was inconclusive. Her pancreas were possibly a little swollen, but so slightly, and without other signs of pancreatitis that usually show up on an ultrasound, that the vet said it might not even have been swollen. So, he recommended another and more sensitive blood test for pancreatitis and one to test hormone levels for Addison's disease. I'll have the results tomorrow.
Of course it was stressful for Roo. She had to go in the back with the nurse and the vet, first to get her vital signs and weight. I warned everyone about how skittish she was, and they took good care of her. When she was brought back a few minutes later, in-between that and meeting the doctor for the exam and the ultrasound, she was crouched, lying down in the hall of the clinic area, in her classic gesture of insisting on not going anywhere because she was frightened. I think she was looking for me, staring down the hall in the other direction. When I called her, she was so focused that she didn't hear me at first, but then she got up and came over. She was fine. She was just nervous. She didn't try to hide when we went back in the examining room. Next, Dr. Nestor came to look her over. You can see how calming he was with her.
There was no doubt that being sick and scared was going to be rough on the Kahoo. It could have been worse. She was a bit disoriented when she came out, but not especially frightened. Just stressed. I took her for a walk and her stomach was still bad, and then we made the three-hour return.
Here's the thing about Roo when she's sick that impresses me the most. She's had to take pills of one kind or another now several times a day for the last ten days or so. I don't wrap them in anything, because she's so good at picking the food off and spitting the pills out. But what she does is really sweet. I tell her that it's time for her to take a pill, and she comes to me and sits. She knows I'm about to jam them down her throat, and yet she comes over and sits. She usually even gives me a few wags. Orville used to do the same thing, and it's always moving when a dog trusts you enough when you have to do something unpleasant that they must be tired of and they still cooperate.
That's Rooki Kahoo. Tonight she's still not feeling great, a little on the quiet side. If she was in a bigger space I know she'd go and lie down by herself somewhere. She's tucked herself beside the bed on the far side.
Meanwhile, it's broiling, in the 70s and humid, at midnight in early February in Oklahoma. I'll post an update tomorrow.