Just a typical Thursday afternoon in September for a typical large, goofy Golden. A satisfying bowl of kibble for supper, and then… well, no meal is complete without dessert! Now, what shall it be? Hmm… yes… that small plastic toy will go down very nicely, and luckily Mom’s back is turned. Grab…. Chomp… Gulp… Burp!
Unfortunately for Sugar Sammy, his minor dietary indiscretion turned into a major problem. By Thursday night, it was “oooh, Mom and Dad, I don’t feel so good.” He acted like he wanted to potty, but couldn’t get anything going; he was vomiting and arching his back when he stood. It got so bad that he didn’t want to move – he’d take a step, then just lie down. It was clearly time for the emergency vet. No torsion, thank heavens, but the X-rays were inconclusive. Nonetheless, all the vets correctly suspected the dread “foreign body,” but since clever Sammy had done his snarfing unobserved, nobody knew what that “body” might