Those of you reading this probably already know what a trying weekend it's been for me and John. Saturday morning at 4:30, Hammy started throwing up, and didn't stop until 9:00 that night. We took him to his regular vet at Banfield, who wasn't sure what was causing the vomiting. They treated him for the upset stomach, re-hydrated him, and gave him a dewormer in case he had picked up a parasite or something, and after watching him for a few hours, sent him home into our care. He threw up almost as soon as we got him home, and started going into the litter box almost religiously every half hour. He'd do nothing more than a sprinkle of pee, and then he'd gimp back to his crate in the office to rest some more. It wasn't until around 11 when I heard him crying in the litterbox and watched his muscles tense that I realized he's probably walking funny cuz he's constipated or blocked. I immediately called Banfield to get the 24-hour ER vet's number, and we took him there at 11:30. The staff at NorthStar was amazing. Not only were we glad they were so attentive with Hammy, but they were also great at soothing our worried little human minds.
So, he's been there for almost 2 whole days now, and while he's stopped vomiting (last time he did was last night when we got to the ER vet's) and is now peeing regularly, we're still waiting for him to poo--he ate something that has been stuck in his GI tract, and our humble theory is that once he goes potty, everything else will start to get better, too. He hasn't eaten since Friday night, but if you were having tummy troubles, would you be interested in food?
So it's been really hard on us, and today when we visited him and met with the vet I just lost it. I had been suppressing a lot and it just needed to come out. So if you can think healing thoughts for Hammy, send them our way. I want him home, healthy, and happy ASAP. : (
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