Did you ever read the book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day?

My mom would read it to us when we were kids and having a bad day.

Unfortunately today has been a very horrible no good day. It started out bad and just got worse as it went along.

I tend to keep this space fairly positive, a space to document my running and life so in ten or twenty years I can look back at this time and remember the day-to-day of very little kids. I don’t want to come off as ungrateful but today has been pretty terrible.

We spent the night up with Humphry who couldn’t keep anything down and was continuously throwing up. Very little sleep and worry is not a fun combination.

We recognized the symptoms as the same as May when he was treated for Pancreatitis. We called our vet and he suggested we take him straight to the hospital where they could do a ultrasound on him.

We took him in and dropped him off without much though about it because we had done this before without any issues. After looking him over the vet suggested a non-invasive procedure to treat a cyst on his pancreas. We were told he could come home and recover here with us as an outpatient.

In the afternoon we got a frantic call from the vet saying that Humphry’s heart had stopped and he wasn’t breathing. I am not sure exactly why she called me in the middle of the crisis, maybe to get my consent to do everything to save him, although I was never really asked. It’s not a question, of course we want them to do everything in their power to save him.

I feel very lucky that Emmy was napping and Cannon was at my parents house when that call came in because I was cursing and sobbing. This was a routing procedure, nothing like this was expected.

They were able to get Humphry’s heart started, and intubate him until he began breathing. The slowest hours ever are the ones you spend waiting to hear if your loved on is going to make it.

As of this evening Humphry is breathing on his own, but sedated and basically in a coma as his brain heals. We won’t know what his future looks like until he recovers more and we know the extent of the brain injuries.

Hunphry will be monitored constantly overnight as he could go into arrest again, or have a stroke or probably many other things I don’t know about. The night shift default is to not call unless something starts to go wrong, no news is good news until tomorrow morning. The vet said he will likely need to stay in the hospital for three to four days.

We love Humphry so much, he is a little cuddle buddy and the kids constantly want to play and hang out with him. I have hated coming home today and not have him waiting for us at the door. Sending Cannon to bed without Humphry in his bed was heartbreaking. We can’t go visit him and I hate that he is alone and possibly suffering.

I just hope that we get to bring him home and he is the same sweet dog that we sent in this morning.

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If you are the praying/good vibes/whatever type we could use them, we are hurting and scared and I am sure Humphy is too.