When Warner goes to the vet, I liken it to a celebrity doing a guest appearance. He glides (read: yanks me) into the waiting room and everyone freaks out:
“Hi there Warner! Nice to see you!”
“Oh! Warner’s here! Hey buddy!”
“There’s the handsome boy!”
I stand in the background, letting them dote on my guy, now knowing how it must feel to be a celebrity spouse who quietly stands in the background while Warner hops up and puts his two front paws on the front desk for a few more pats from the receptionist.
The receptionist looks up at me and smiles like she’s just seen the pages of her People Magazine come to life.
“He really is the most handsome boy,” she says.
“Oh, I know.”
Your move, Channing Tatum.
You’d think after all the visits we’ve done to the vet’s office this year one party would get tired of seeing the other: like living in Los Angeles, where people think we always dine with the stars. Not so. The routine is the same every time we walk the red carpet to the vet’s office. (note: they don’t have red carpet, but I’ve filled out a suggestion card. Fingers crossed.) Warner eats up the attention, and I wish he was showing as much interest in food as he does adoration from his female fans.
It only gets worse when Doctor Wonderful and his assistant come in to see us.
“Warner! Looking good, buddy! Have you gained weight?!”
“Come here, handsome! Give me a kiss!”
And to think! Warner doesn’t even have his own Instagram!
On Monday, our little celebrity meet-and-greet turned into a 24 hour ordeal. Doctor Wonderful and his staff decided they love Warner so much they wanted to keep him for awhile, and who am I to rob the public of their favorite celebrity?
Ok, I’m being dramatic again. Warner has a kidney infection and he had to stay overnight at the vet to get fluids and antibiotics as we try to flush it out of his system.
But doesn’t the “keeping him because he’s a celebrity” thing sound so much better? I think so.
Yesterday, at 6pm, my little A-list celebrity returned home full of fluids and antibiotics. He was welcomed back with big hugs and lots of couch time as both Tessa and I doted on him like we hadn’t seen him in a week.
You move Lebron James and the entire city of Cleveland.
Having Warner home is both good and bad. It’s good because I’ve learned sleeping in my bed without him does not make for a good night’s rest. It’s also good because he’s gained 4 pounds of water weight and when it comes to him, heavier is the new skinny. Werk.
The bad? Warner developed edema during his overnight stay with Doctor Wonderful. Edema, for those who don’t know, is basically a fancy term for swelling. In order to flush out the kidney infection, Doctor Wonderful had to give Warner a certain amount of fluids, which his kidneys should be able to process without a problem. Of course, that didn’t happen so the fluids are in a “holding pattern” under his chin in a little fluid sack until his kidneys can process them. The little sack should go away in a few days but for the time being, Warner looks like Eddie Murphy in the Nutty Professor.
Edema isn’t good because Warner’s kidneys should be able to handle the amount of fluids he was given, which means his kidneys are in worse shape than we hoped. Fortunately, the protein levels that need to drop are still dropping: quite dramatically now thanks to the antibiotics. This gives us hope that Warner can still fight off this infection and get back on track. Unfortunately, if he gets another kidney infection there won’t be much the doctor can do, especially if he can’t take the amount of fluids necessary to flush it out.
For now, Warner is home, he’s being hand-fed boiled chicken and we’re taking it one day at a time.
Selfishly? I’m taking a little satisfaction in the fact that I could get him to eat when Doctor Wonderful couldn’t.
Maybe Warner is a celebrity to everyone else, but to him? I’m the celebrity. Why? Because I have the chicken. And the comfortable bed. And the house he loves so much.
**Thank you all for your prayers and kind comments on my post yesterday. We aren’t out of the woods yet, nor are we in the clear but the constant support of my friends and this community has been a tremendous source of comfort. Having the ability to write about my feelings on Warner’s disease has helped process a lot of my decisions about his future and I’m grateful you all hang around and read them, even when I’m a miserable troll like I was yesterday.**