So on Monday, October 6, I let Odin stay out side to play. When I went to let him in that evening he was just not acting right. Something was wrong. I ended up rushing him to the emergency vet an hour away only to have him go back to acting normal. We stayed on the chance that the vet still might find something wrong. However after an hour of waiting the receptionist came in and said that they had some criticals come in, I could wait or drive 20 min. south to Urbana. I opted instead to go home. We made it through the night and the next morning he still wasn't eating (he hadn't eaten since Sunday) and he was whining. When I tried to find the source of the pain it seemed to be in his rear legs. I managed to get him to take the meds from the vet visit the week before, hoping that would help. However around noon it didn't appear to happen. I managed to get him in with Dr. Roberts down in Berkeley Springs but alas we could STILL find nothing wrong. Bless this man's heart he did try what he could without rackin up a huge bill. He told me to try to give him boiled chicken and rice when I got home to get him to eat and gave him an anti-nausea shot. We went home, still worried I boiled the chicken and rice, but Odin would have none of it. Nor the green beans, treats, nothing I offered. About 6:45 he threw up all the water he drank that day at my feet. My heart broke. Wednesday morning I called Dr. Roberts first thing, he promptly returned my call and we immediately got him back in. I dropped him off and returned home as I had to work. Around 11 I received a phone call that almost everything they test for in blood work was high. On particular thing was so high it wasn't even registering on the chart! Dr. Roberts hooked him up to iv's for fluids, antibiotics, and anti-inflammatories. His body was attacking itself. Why? We don't know. Predispositioned Genetic trait set of by something he was allergic to? Who knows....we figured we could get him better. I went and saw him Thursday. He was walking, but still didn't seem to have that spark that I was hoping I'd see that said, I want to stay. Friday, Dr. Roberts ran the test again, some of the levels had come down, but not near as much as we had hoped they would. I took Nathan with me to see Odin, and we made the decision to let him go. Odin would no longer be suffering and I truly felt in my heart that all the loving he was giving me while I was there (besides the I can't believe you left me here, take me home) was a plea for us to let him go. Odin slipped peacefuly into the beyond and I know through all his obnoxiousness I will never forget him.
