I called every vet we know, but they were all closed for the weekend, so I drove home with the puppy curled up in my lap. Kara pitched in, and we gave the puppy some water, which it lapped thirstily. We fed it a bit of milk and some congealed meat juice, then gave it a bath.
I remember telling one of my daughters many years ago, "When God sends you a gift, even if you didn't ask for it and even if the timing isn't what you might have chosen, you don't say, 'No thanks!' You take it in both your hands and say, 'Thank you!'"
So . . . thank You, Lord!
Yesterday I spent about five hours treating Siobhan (that will be another post) for mastitis. When I came in at about 8 pm, I found out that Kona had been acting like he was trying to throw up. He began doing it more frequently, wheezing at the same time, and about 10 pm Kara drove us to RIVER again. There we learned some very sad news. Kona has food bloat because his food has not moved through his stomach and intestines properly, although I did ask our vet about his distended tummy. He also has aspiration pneumonia with fever, which is causing the wheezing. And finally, he seems to have megaesophagus, probably the congenital variety, which often appears at weaning, leading to emaciation (and perhaps making him prey to so many ticks) and aspiration pneumonia. This would explain--although never, ever excuse--why someone might have dumped such a precious puppy.
When Kara and I went to tell him goodbye last night, I picked him up out of the oxygen box, and he wagged his little tail like crazy and licked all over my face. Kara got the same treatment. When we put him back, he was so weak and tired he laid down at the edge and peered out at us. I said, "Look Kara, Kona's looking at us!" and he wagged his little tail again.
We're asking God for another gift, that He would heal Kona so he can come home again and have a chance at a happy life. This little puppy is a ball of love, which he lavishes on all comers, and we love him right back. Right now there's a huge Kona-sized hole in our home.