Novel & Cerita My Dog Drank Bleach Water Will He Die

In the front it was mostly dry and unmatted, but he could feel wet blood on the hind quarters. He prayed that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed, because if it was something like a broken pelvis, he doubted the dog would live to see the morning, much less a veterinary clinic. The internal blood loss would be enough to doom it, forgetting all the blood puddled on the tarp and now smeared on Clyde’s hand and coat sleeve.

Then he paused and looked at us with a strange expression. "However, we tested the residue and found that she didn't ingest any pesticide. She swallowed dish soap diluted with water, and the amount was so small that the worst she'll experience is an upset stomach for a few days. It isn't lethal at all," he explained. The air went still. Brielle, who had been wailing and making a scene just moments ago, froze instantly. Uncle Freddie repeated the doctor's words in disbelief. "D-dish soap?" The doctor nodded and spoke with clear frustration. "Please don't pull something like this again. It's a waste of medical resources."

She carried it up gently and noticed it did not have much energy. "Chichi has made it past its dangerous phase, and it is alright now. Make sure to feed it with medicine on time, just the same as humans. It will recover a little bit by a little bit every day. It is not common for small dogs to survive after bad diarrhea, and even worse if they have chocolates. It is a miracle for Chichi," the doctor said.

I was slumped in my seat thinking about werewolves’ natural ability of fast recovery, when I thought of something and rolled my head on the headrest to face Rum, then leaned closer to ask in a soft whisper, “So nothing kills you?” He replied to the window, “Silver and mercury. I can’t touch those.” Oh, so that’s the poison for werewolves! I jotted down immediately. “What happens when you touch them?” He finally turned around to face me, his expression grave. “What happens when you drink a bottle of bleach?”

She gave them signals. His mother would growl whenever they try to swallow food right away without chewing. She said purebreds always got in trouble for doing that. At first, Polly and his brothers didn’t believe that someone could die from eating but then they saw how one of the puppies suffered from eating a big chunk of meat that blocked his esophagus. “Boy, that puppy got lucky, the vet got it out of him.” he remembered. There was one other dog though that did not make it when he swallowed a really big sharp pointed bone that got stuck in his liver.

If he finds the poison tools in my room, I have a hundred mouths that can't be explained. Maybe Darian didn't expect me to know how to poison. He might think I got it from someone else so he won't waste time searching my room. The little dog didn't die; it just fell into a coma, so I decided to take it back to my room to take care of it. I will give it water to drink and eat thin porridge daily. Just after a month, the dog can regain consciousness. ... A few days later, there was absolutely no movement. Every night I can't sleep for fear that tomorrow will be the day of my death. My spirit was shallow; my face was emaciated, and my appearance was no different from a sick person's.

My heart skipped a beat. I approached it, it's eyes were closed and wings was puffed up, it was wobbling on legs and wasn't able to stand properly. These are symptoms of near death. "No, No, No!!!" I gently grabbed it. "Don't die, Don't die... Please..." I rushed it towards the water bowl, thinking it might feel good after drinking water. What happened? It was fine yesterday. I tried to make it drink water but it was difficult. "Please, don't die!"

Now be silent and let me look at you. She tears off the blood-stained bandages and the smell reaches her nostrils, making her wrinkle her nose. - One more day like this and you would lose your legs. – she says looking at Reed who became the color of the wall, White. - I need warm water, clean towels, and powdered active charcoal. - Coal? Where will I get charcoal? - It's not coal. If it was the only thing you had to do was burn wood, idiot. You go to the pharmacy or health store and ask for powdered active charcoal for dogs.

I thought everything was gonna be fine now, but nothing’s ever been worse than this before. I waited out in the common room. It took doctors hours before they exited the ER and came outside. I rushed over to them. “How’s he?” “Thankfully, he hadn’t ingested a lot of bleach and you managed to give him enough water in time. We’ve done the tests and he has burns in his mouth to his digestive tract, and the toxins had spread to his blood. He should be okay in a few days, although the burns are severe and might take longer.”

A few remaining glasses shatter around him, showering the dog in yellow dip. He gets up and shakes himself off, before turning to face me again. He charges, and I swing, but the bat goes high, and the dog crashes into my chest, knocking me to the floor, sending my bat skittering across the store and out of reach. I don't have time to worry about that though, because his bloody breath is in my face, telling me that I'm about to die.