The enzyme powder takes the place of my pancreatic enzymes doing their job. My pancreas has apparently quit working and that’s why mom can feed me three times the normal amount of food and it just goes in one end and out the other, barely stopping to say hello to any of my internal organs. The pancreas failure means that I get no nutrients from my food. So, while I’m enjoying eating a lot, it really doesn’t do me any good.
|This is the enzyme powder I have to take that helps do what a pancreas does. Who knew?|
After being on the enzyme powder for a week, things seemed to be going better. So mom took me to the vet’s office to get me weighed on their scale. She’d been weighing me at home and it appeared I’m gaining a little weight. The vet scale proved mom right. I’d gained nearly 3 pounds, and am a bit over 30 pounds again.
After seeing I was doing well, mom cut down on the food a bit and completely cut out the fancy hamburger and rice. WTH??? I’m not really cut out to eat plain dog food. That’s just not fair. I’m sickly and deserve so much more from her. But being that I’m a Beagle, I’ll eat anything. So be it.
After several days of regular food and enzyme powder, mom and pop gave me a few carrots, a green bean or two, and “horror of horrors” a French fry. I threw up all of them. They came to the realization I can’t have any people food. But that French fry sure did taste good going down, and I’d bet I was the envy of every raven in the neighborhood.
Then I got too much water because I have a tendency to drink too much … I threw that up, too. I even projectile vomited off the couch. Mom wasn’t happy cleaning up several spots. She did get me outside for one of them. I’ve also had a few “solid” accidents in the house, but at least they were near the door on non-carpeted space. Mom wasn’t real happy about that either. But she’s understanding.
The final straw, though, was February 6. I didn’t eat my food as quickly as I usually do. I’m pretty much done before anyone else. I finished last. It just didn’t taste good to me. Then I wouldn’t eat my dinner either. Only a little bit. Mom got scared because of the vomiting and not eating, and got hold of a friend (Robin) to go the vet with us. We went to Diamond Animal Clinic on Tudor and she got our favorite vet there, Dr. Kunce. She told her what was going on. It turns out I’m not vomiting. I’m regurgitating. There is a difference. Who knew? All I knew was that what went down came back up. But I wasn’t eating and mom was crying because I don’t weigh that much to begin with and she was scared I was going to go downhill quickly and something would happen to me while she was on vacation and she wouldn’t be here to be with me. The vet gave us some meds … I take way more than mom and pop do. And it was kind of nice to get out and go for a car ride and meet some other dogs and their people.
|We canines take more medications than our humans.|
Sunday morning, Super Bowl Sunday, mom prepared my food. Yuck. I’m not eating that crap. And I didn’t. Mom tried to hand feed me some of it, but I don’t like it with the enzyme on it. I know I’m a Beagle and should eat anything, but it looks, tastes and smells NASTY!!! I ate a few without the enzyme when she gave me a piece or two at a time, but that was it. And then she shoved a pill down my throat because I wouldn’t eat that either. The indignity of it all!!! Just put it in people food and I’ll eat it. I promise!!
|This is a face you can trust. Yep, I'll take my meds if you put them in chicken.|
Mom was upset. I don’t like to do that to her, but I just can’t eat that stuff. It's really quite nasty. She gave me a Yummy Chummy, and of course I ate that. Then she thought maybe I’d eat rice and chicken. She boiled some chicken and made rice. And put the powder on it. Now I was back to where I was supposed to be … being fed like a king. I ate it.