Thanks for all your kind wishes! Scottie was my Dad's dog, his companion after he was put into a wheelchair by a car wreck. He came home with us after Mom and Dad died, so of course, it's really hard to see him in such bad shape. I had thought I'd take him to the vet this morning, but he slept well all night, drank a little this morning, and wanted to go out when the other dogs did. When he came back in, he actually thought about eating a little, but don't think he managed it. He is now laying in one of his favorite spots, right in front of my chair, and seems quite comfortable with the pain and anti-nausea meds in him. I already told my boss that I'd probably be late for work Monday, and he is OK with that, so we'll let him have the weekend home and then let him go Monday morning.
I think he is really happy that we didn't just leave him there Friday. Imagine feeling terrible and having the person you trust take you somewhere where strangers lock you in a cage, run IV's in your arm, and stuff pills down your throat every few hours. Then when your person finally comes back, she doesn't even take you home!! It would be horrible for him, he would have felt so abandoned. He quite obviously was happy to be back here when we got through the front door. Of course, when I take him back Monday, I'll hold him while they give him the shot, and bring him back home before I go to work. (Suppose we'd better dig a hole this afternoon.)
Vesta, you are so right about Scotties. They are the toughest little critters on earth, (after all, they were bred to go down badger holes), and they definitely take your heart! This little guy of ours was chewed up by a pit bull a couple years ago, it took our vet almost 2 hours to staple the biggest holes shut. We were sure we would lose him then, but he pulled through. He even put some good size holes on the pit bull that attacked him.