When I finally burst into the emergency clinic at midnight, the vet tech's expression told me everything.
"Your husband got her here just in time," Dr. Stevens said. "Maybe 30 more minutes and we would have lost her."
The details came in waves. Clove had eaten dinner normally around 6 PM. By 7:30, Mark noticed she was restless. Pacing. Trying to vomit but nothing coming up.
Most people would have waited. "Maybe she ate something weird." "Let's see if she settles down."
But Mark remembered a conversation we'd had months earlier about bloat symptoms in large dogs. The drooling. The failed attempts to vomit. The swollen, tight belly.
He didn't hesitate. Scooped her up and drove straight to the emergency vet.
"If he'd waited even an hour," Dr. Stevens explained, "her stomach would have twisted so severely that the tissue would have died. At that point, even emergency surgery can't save them."
The surgery lasted four hours. They had to tack her stomach to prevent future twisting and remove her spleen, which had become so enlarged from the blood flow restriction that the surgical team was taking photos.
$6,069 at the emergency hospital. Another $1,000 at our regular vet for follow-ups.