Poor Ben

We got Ben from a rescue in January and he quickly moved into our hearts. He "talks" to us constantly, which I think makes him seem a little more... human, for lack of a better word, than the others. They all howl and bark and seem to know what we say, but Ben just has something about him that touches my heart. We took them in for their heart worm tests in April and we found out that Ben was heart worm positive. Stupid me, thinking the treatment was no big deal. Let me tell you something, it's a big deal.

Since he's an older dog, probably 10 and maybe 11, Dr. J suggested we give him his heart worm in staggered doses. We took him in for his first treatment, which is a shot in the back, very deep in the muscle. He was so sore for about 3 days. This time he had to have 2 injections, one on either side of his spine. He spent 2 days at the vet and came home last night in a lot of pain. He couldn't even find a comfortable way to lay down without whining. Today he's a little better, but he actually bit me when I tried to pick him up this morning. Poor sweetheart. His pain pill sends him over the edge, all he does is sit and stare. I feel so bad for him. My poor Benny...