Miko, Oh Miko!!!

Well, I spoke too soon.  Wicked night last night…and I got the echocardiogram report back early.  It’s in ADOBE format and I don’t know how to attach that here.  It’s listing Miko as "anorexic" now.  Which boggled my mind, that was never mentioned in the exam.  I know it’s a term but it’s scary to hear especially when I cannot get him to eat.  NOTHING, he won’t eat anything.  Not any of his old favorites, not eggs, not anything.  They took him off the antibiotic yesterday because they said it can cause a loss of appetite.  I am hoping against hope that that needs to work itself out of his system so his appetite returns. 

This is scaring me the most now because Miko’s favorite activity has always been eating.  At precisely 6:45 AM and 3:45 PM every day he’d start reminding us it was time to eat.  We feed at 7 AM and 4 PM.  He’d whine, pace, paw at us.  Then if we are even 1 minute late past 7 AM and 4 PM?  He’d start what I called "rioting".  Miko rioting involved screeching really loud at us and then pulling things off of the bookcase and slamming doors into the wall.  So this is scaring the $hit out of me.  I have been crying all damned night and again this morning, begging the little bugger to eat and all he does is turn his head and then his back to me.  I managed to force some eggs into him yesterday morning but nothing since. We’re going to try and see if he will eat hamburg and rice today. 
 
If I can’t get him to eat?  I can’t help but think this is him trying to tell me he’s losing the will to live.  This is killing me … he’s my best friend, my first baby.  My inspiration to begin rescue work!  He’s the one who’d sit and guard me when I was having seizures.  The first one I’d see when I’d come back to consciousness, with his silly face and tongue lolling out the side and tail wagging.  He’s also the one who has always, always comforted me when I’ve been sad and crying.  COME ON MIKO!!!!
 
 

Thanks guys, for listening and understanding and giving your words of wisdom here.  If I have to hear one more time from someone around me "It’s just a dog" I am going to be going to jail for murder.  I’ve been getting shit for 2-weeks from the guys here at work because of the amount of money I am spending to get him treated.  They think I am ridiculous because he’s "Just a dog – you can get another one".  I got so fucking mad yesterday I spit at them, "Well the same can said, ‘it’s just a kid’ you can make another one in 9-months."  That shut them up.

He’s NOT just a dog.  He’s MY Dog, My Baby, My Furchild, My Best Friend!  NOT just a dog.