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Doggone Bloat


Eva never slept at the hospital. She was like a zombie when we picked her up but gradually calmed down. She had to adjust from intravenous morphine to pills for pain. I gladly took over as her nurse, carefully administering her medications and small amounts of soft food until she could stomach her regular diet. When Eva’s stitches came out 15 days after surgery, I bought her a celebratory soft-serve ice cream cone that she shared with me. I love to see dogs smile!




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