What a week (all is well)

A week ago we came home from a week away.
Picked up the dogs at camp.
Noticed that Lola looked skinny.
Noticed that she wasn't interested in food.
Coaxed her to eat.
Cleaned up vomit.
Took her to the emergency vet.
Thought she just had a bug.
Saw her get worse.
Back to the ER.
X-rays didn't show any objects, but showed something in her stomach.
Surgery found a giant wad of blanket. Stomach and intestine impacted.
Back to emergency vet for recovery
Midnight call to let us know she wasn't doing well.
Slight improvement in the wee hours of the morning.
Slight improvement by afternoon visit.
Steady progress over next few days.
5 nights at the emergency vet.
and finally today, home.

We knew that Lola gets stressed when crated when we have people over (and she's crated because she freaks out when we have people over and scares them), and we knew that she shreds her bedding in times of extreme stress. What we didn't know was that she was eating some of the bedding.

I wish I had some lessons to share to help others avoid the week we've had, but other than piecing together shredded bedding to see if anything is missing, or perhaps not putting bedding in with a stressed out dog, I'm not sure what to say. We may have also downplayed some warning signs that something was wrong.

I'm also unsure about pet insurance. We do not have it. This week was very expensive. But looking at the premiums and multiplying that by the number of pets we have, and their general good health, and comparing what we would've paid in premiums against what we've paid in vet bills over the past years, I think we come out even, or ahead without the insurance. It was just a hard pill to swallow all at once.

We're just very happy to have Lola at home, snoozing in her t-shirt. And making our family complete once again.