Heartworms
Zoey
Dog
Oh
the things that can live inside my body! I never knew such
atrocities existed.
One day I was running
and playing in the yard, and I had to stop to catch my
breath.
I huffed, puffed, and
inhaled as much fresh air as I could.
My owner ran to my
side.
“Are you okay, Zoey,”
she inquired.
I looked up at her with
my big brown eyes, and I think she could sense something
wasn’t right.
We went right away to a
special kind of doctor I had never seen
before.
The big letters on the
building said some kind of emergencies happened in
here.
They whisked me right
away into the back, and I heard whispers about my
heart.
My heart! Nothing could
be wrong with that.
I was a young, strong
dog!
After having the vet
listen to my heart a couple of times and a trip through
the x-ray machine, which was pretty neat, I was taken into
a small room where my owner sat quietly
huddled.
“I have some bad news,
“ he started.
“I’m afraid that Zoey
has heartworms.”
“How could that be?” my
owner exclaimed.
The vet got out this
weird looking piece of sculpture.
I wasn’t quite sure what
it was, but it was large, really large, and it had spaghetti
all inside it.
He pointed out to her
the different parts of what turned out to be a model of a
dog heart.
We were looking at a
heart full of worms, appropriately called
heartworms.
All those pieces of
super-long looking spaghetti were really lots and lots of
living worms that had fully filled and consumed the
heart.
The vet explained that
as the worms invade the heart, there is little room left for
blood to pump and flow like it should.
Dogs have harder times
breathing, just like I had earlier in the
day.
Coughing, labored
breathing, and fatigue could all be
signs.
“What can we do, doctor?
“ my owner asked, as stunned as I was.
She thought in her head
of all the medicine she had given me throughout my
life.
Why had it not done its
job and prevented it? It turns out that the month she was
late giving me the medicine might have been the
culprit.
Or, maybe it was the two
or three months each winter she thought she was safe not
giving it to me.
After all, mosquitoes
were dead, right?
But, she had forgotten
about the unseasonably warm late winter days when just a few
of the little buggers had been able to fly
about.
I guess one of those got
me when I wasn’t looking.
I always tried to snap
at them or swat them off, but it seems I missed
one.
The next few weeks I
underwent special treatment to kill all of those worms
hidden inside of me.
It was terrible
medicine, and I felt so weak, but it was all
necessary.
The hardest part was the
keeping me quiet part of the
treatment.
The kids had a hard time
understanding that I couldn’t play for a few
weeks.
My owner had to explain
that the medicine was killing the worms, and they couldn’t
risk any complications to my health.
The good news: I am all
better now! The doctor said the worms are fully dead and
gone, and my heart has reduced to its normal
size.
I received a clean bill
of health just a few days ago, and I heard the vet tell my
owner one very important thing: Never, ever skip any
heartworm medication doses.
Don’t think the
mosquitoes aren’t out there to spread the disease just
because it is cold.
My owner told me later
how sorry she was this happened to me.
I nodded and licked her
face to show I understood and forgave
her.
I was very happy to
see her put all of the heartworm reminder stickers on the
calendar and make a note of it in her
organizer.
Now I know she won’t
forget to do it, and I will remain worm
free!
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