Anyway, once one of the two remaining kittens had been adopted, I texted Jessica and told her that I was ready to foster again. I can't resist fostering! I love it... in spite of the heartache that comes with it. There's a lot of happy, too.
Memphis graced my life days later. He's a young Beagle with a goofy, sweet personality. I absolutely adore him. He loves to snuggle! He's great with other dogs, great with other cats, and just a very easy dog to get along with. Unfortunately, after is neuter surgery, Memphis started throwing up his meals. He only threw up immediately after he ate. I started soaking his kibble in water until it was mushy and mixed it with canned food. He started keeping all of his meals down. Long story short, I took him to the vet today. They took x-rays and did barium. He doesn't have any obstructions - which is kind of what we were hoping for, I guess. He has a sac in his esophagus where the food is getting trapped as it goes down. He is taking meds and eating mushy food that is elevated. We are hoping this helps... but it's sort of wishful thinking. I don't think it's going to be an easy fix. Worst case scenario is that it's Esophageal Diverticulitis. This may require surgery... and sometimes the dogs get aspiration pneumonia from the condition. Argh! Poor baby! I hope that we can figure it out... and that Memphis pulls through it all. He's curled up and sleeping in his crate right now. I think he's tired from a day at the vet!