Tuesday, July 28, 2015
We are at Charlie Lake, British Columbia, just outside
Fort St. John.
It’s been a rough 48 hours. Obi woke me Sunday night at 11:30 to go out,
not unusual, but not common. He went out
and did his duty and we came back in, but he couldn’t get settled. He was whining and crying. He and I ended up on the couch all night.
We were in Fort Liard, Northwest Territories. The internet said Fort Nelson, back on the
Alaska highway, had a vet. It was 3
hours away. I let Steve sleep, figuring
one of us needed to, so that he could drive.
He got up at 5:00 a.m. to check on us and we were on our way by 6:00. By 9:00, we had reached the Chamber of
Commerce in Fort Nelson, only to find out that the nearest clinic was actually
in Fort St. John, another 4 hours away, not counting construction and pulling
the trailer.
We were finally able to phone the clinic around 2:00 p.m. They had an open appointment at 4:30, but
would work us in as soon as we arrived, which we anticipated would be
3:30. Obi was still obviously in a lot
of pain. I made him as comfortable as I
could on my lap.
He was dehydrated and his digestive tract was
blocked. They wanted to keep him
overnight and get some fluids into him.
They gave him some pain killers to make him as comfortable as possible.
Unfortunately, this morning there was not good news. He had pancreatitis and needed to have his
gall bladder removed, assuming they could get him healthy enough to have
surgery. We were reasonably sure with
his diabetes and other health issues, that he wouldn’t survive the surgery and
the vet agreed. So we hugged him and
loved him and let him go.
Rest in peace, Obi.
