Poor Kyra :(

Me and Chris have decided to give Kyra back to the Humane Society (Well, technically Chris wanted to give Kyra back and I half-heartedly agreed). It's too difficult to take care of her, she needs a home with a yard or at least on the bottom story. Because of her Cushing's disease, she obsessively drinks water and has to pee every hour or so. And of course, neither of us is willing to carry her down the stairs every hour so she goes on the carpet. And we're both really tired of carrying her and cleaning up after her. She seems happy enough, but she really needs a better home than a second-story apartment.
So me and Chris were going to give her back, but about a month ago I made her an appointment to have her teeth cleaned. She was always rubbing her face against me, almost like a cat, and she had some nasty breath that no amount of doggie breath mints would help. So I thought maybe she had some rotting teeth or something and I made her a doggie dentist appointment. Well, that appointment was yesterday and she did have some rotting teeth, three of them. So those were pulled. I was worried about the anethesia because she's so old, but the vet told me she's in great health and it wouldn't be a problem. And it wasn't, as far as her waking up went.
She was loopy when I picked her up, of course, and I made her bed up so she could nap the drugs off. I got an antibiotic and a pain med on top of her usual Rimadyl and Thryroxine and the vet said I could start giving her meds tomorrow morning. Well I guess the anethesia made her pretty sick, once we were home she started throwing up. She was also whining and pacing, so I thought she was in pain. So I gave her her meds, which she promptly threw back up. I know anethesia makes people and animals sick sometimes, but I was mildly concerned so I called the NHS foster care emergency phone just to be sure. The woman who had the phone last night said she was still probably under the pain meds they gave her during her surgery and would be for a whlie. And the vomiting did stop. After it stopped, she slept and I thought all was well. Until she started whining and groaning and panting in her sleep.
One negative side to having a big heart is I can't STAND seeing an animal in pain. The whining and groaning was even getting to Chris and he doesn't even especially like Kyra (but of course he has a big heart too, when it comes to animals). So we sat with her for a while. I put her head in my lap and she just lay there groaning for a while. I was really worried about her, especially when we noticed her stomach was distended. I immediately started stressing about bloat, the deadly condition that happens to bigger dogs where their stomach gets twisted inside of them, cuts off blood flow, and starts dying and rotting inside of them. So I called the foster emergency care phone again. And of course I was crying at this point - I thought she was dying right there in my lap! - but I was trying to be brave. The woman who had the phone that night called the vet up and then called me back. She said not to worry, it all seemed pretty normal. Just give Kyra her pain meds and call her again if it doesn't help. And that's exactly what I did and pretty soon, she was back to sleeping soundly.
It seems pretty silly now, but I was so stressed last night. I know she's old and she probably won't live much longer, and I also know it'll be hard on me to see her go, but last night I really did think she was dying and I was in tears. She seems like her normal self this morning, although she left me several black, liquidy presents in the night for me to clean up. As soon as we give her back to NHS, we're getting the carpets shampooed!!