ellie's brush with death.

Maybe I am being a little dramatic. At least that's what Parker told me last night. 

Yesterday, Ellie had to go to the vet for some routine shots and to get eye drops for a little eye problem she has been having. We went around 3:00 and went about a normal day after that. Around 9:45 she started to scratch at her face and chew on her paws. She broke out in hives all over her body and then her face started to swell up. Her eyes were so swollen, she couldn't even open them! Her little snout was as hard as a rock. Let's just say - I freaked out. 

I started crying (there's a common theme on this blog - I cry a lot). I started hugging her as if she was on the brink of death - fighting to stay alive. I felt like Romeo and she was my Juliet (minus the being in love part). I felt helpless. Then Parker told me to calm down and get a hold of myself. I realize now that I was being a little ridiculous. We drove to the Animal ER once we noticed that she was having trouble breathing. Thank goodness for this 24 hour Animal ER! They took her right in, gave her a steroid shot, and the swelling immediately went down.

I spent the rest of the night with my hand on her stomach making sure that she was breathing. She woke up this morning perfectly fine and we are continuing to give her Benadryl every 8 hours. 

I know that to most people out there I sound pretty stupid making such a big deal over a dog. Those of you who are pet owners, you understand. She's a part of our little family and we'd be heart broken if anything happened to her! We'll spend the rest of the night cuddling our hairy, foul smelling, gassy child.