Kiki was born on April 1st, 2006. I remember when we got him as a puppy, he was constantly coughing and had digestive issues. We took this little frail puppy named Sugarbaby back home, renamed him a slightly better female name and nursed him back to health. [Sidenote: We tried to name him after Jiji in Kiki’s Delivery Serivce and failed.] Before you know it, he was running out the door and we had to stop all traffic on a main road. An old lady stepped out of her car and tried to call him back; she was just one among a sea of strangers to do so. The auto repair shop guy completely ignored Kiki when he ran to his feet. That was a long day.
Fast forward a few years and Kiki’s about 5-6 years old. No more playing in the sand pit, he’s a big boy who marks his territory on everything and dry humps my male friends. One day we switched his dog food. Kiki will eat his own poop; he’s not particularly picky about his meals. I woke up in the early morning to what I thought was a woman yelling or crying– she sounded like she was in completely anguish. I’ve never heard such a chilling sound. I was afraid it was my mom. I get out of bed and open my door to see blood on the carpet, trailing all the way down the corridor and down the stairs. I hear something choking and then a puking sound.
I hurried to the living room to find Kiki completely miserable, puking blood and bleeding from his butt. His ears and tail were folded down and his white fur was blood stained everywhere. By then Mom had also woken up and we began a panic frenzy. We rushed him into the emergency animal hospital and was informed that all of his agony was caused by an infection. From what? We couldn’t figure it out. He didn’t eat anything out of the norm, and he didn’t eat anything we didn’t eat. He slept soundly after taking the meds.
It bothered me that I didn’t know the cause, so I went on Google and did some research. Nothing conclusive, but I had a few ideas– in particular about his diet. The next time he woke up, I gave him some water and offered him small treats. Though he was the sickest he’s ever been in his life, he still loved food and gobbled the treats up. Then I offered him some dog food. He took two whiffs and turned away in disgust. He refused to touch the bowl or be near it. Mystery solved: don’t buy Purina.