I called the Bastrop Vet Hospital and told them what was going on. They said bring him and they would observe him, take xrays, take blood and the doctor would see him at the end of the day and they would call me. They called late, like about 5:30 and said I could come pick him up! Praise God. The doctor said he has herniated disk and they would put him on predisone for about 2 weeks then he should be walking with no pain or problem.
The entire bill was high--like $335.00 high (but you know, anything no matter the amount, for Joey)! I put the prescription of predisone in my purse and as soon as we got home, I read the bottle. It said 1/2 tablet 3 times a day. I was like dang, that sounds like a lot for a little dude. Anyway, I gave him 1/2 then, 1/2 the next morning and since I'm not there for the noon dose, as soon as I walked in the door from work, I gave him another 1/2 dose. Well he didn't seem to be doing much better AT ALL, but he was really tired, so I thought the predisone was making him sleepy, which keeps him off of his legs and he'll get better. Then when I went to give him his bedtime dose, I realized the pill bottle I had taken out of my purse the day before was my Clonazepam bottle and not his pill bottle. So instead of those 3 doses being Prednisone, he was drugged up with anxiety medicine. I bet he wasn't able to hold his head up all day. This is what I saw when I got home. I'm sure Connie thought he was dead but she laid right beside him watching over that sweet baby!