There has to be a resaon

This is what I have been thinking for the past few hours. There has to be a reason God brought us to Silas and then to Stan. There has to be a reason because if all this turns out to just be some cruel coincidence I will start punching anyone and everyone. The past few days have been rough with today being the roughest, I'm talking broke down crying in the vets office couldn't stop the tears from coming type of rough. Friday night was the last time Stan had anything to eat. Saturday morning I got up like normal and fed the dogs but instead of staying in the kitchen and watching them eat (which for some weird reason is something I normally do) I went out to the living room and talked with Kevin. Silas came in a few minutes later after he had finished eating and then Stan came in and after a bit we heard Silas eating food in the kitchen we just assumed he had gotten distracted left some in the bowl and went back to it, non of that was normal and should have stuck out more in my mind. Saturday night since Kevin had to work (and we don't do anything big for Valentine's Day anyway) I went to Nana's house for dinner and since it was a special day I took Stan with me. I brought his dinner with us and gave it to him there but he wouldn't eat it and I assumed it was because he was too nervous since he wasn't used to being there or around that many people. When we got home I tried again and he still wouldn't eat and I figured he just needed to calm down and sleep it off. Sunday morning Kevin came home from work and woke me up to ask why Stan wasn't eating his breakfast. Sunday night still wouldn't eat. Monday morning still wouldn't eat and was no longer acting like himself. I called the vet as soon as they opened to tell them what was going on and they squeezed us into a last minute appointment that evening. We ended up seeing the vet that I am not a big fan of. I talked to him and told him everything that was going on and he examined Stan and said he couldn't find anything wrong with Stan. I told him he was wrong and that something was seriously wrong with Stan if he refused to eat and didn't even want treats. So he agreed to reexamine him and I was right there watching him and again he couldn't find anything wrong, his best guess was a possible stomach ulcer so he wrote a prescription for antacids and sent us home to wait it out and keep offering food. I did get Stan to eat a very tiny amount maybe 1/4 cup of food soaked in about 2 cups of water which he later vomited out all over the bedroom floor while we were asleep. Kevin had called me during nap time to talk about his day and while he was on the phone I questioned him about Stan who turns out was not doing well. He was very cold and lethargic so I told Kevin to watch him outside and if he pooped to bag it so I could take it to the vet and to warm Stan up. Kevin snuggled Stan until I was on my way home when he let them out of the bedroom. I had called the vet after I hung up with Kevin and they said to bring Stan back in after I got off work (I didn't need an appointment). When I got home there was a big pile of something in the living room I bagged it cleaned up the rest and took Stan to the vet who was unsure of what exactly was in the bag and neither of us knew what end it came out of. This time we had the vet I like and she said she wanted to do more tests. They x-rayed him and gave him some fluids since he hadn't had anything to eat in four days. His heart beat was slow and his temperature was low and his x-ray showed that there was nothing in him except massive amounts of air/gas and extreme inflammation and bloating in his intestines. He ended up getting a handful of injections and a fluid injection under the skin so that he could come home. The injections were supposed to work within 24 hours. I got him to eat around 9 pm and we went to bed at 10 and poor Stan was so weak he couldn't even walk up the stairs without falling over so I had to half carry him. Now we are at today. At 2 am Kevin got up to get ready for work (he took the first half of his day off since he wasn't able to sleep since he was up all day with Stan) and found another mystery pile on the bedroom floor. When I got up at 7:30 I thought Stan was dead, he didn't move when I talked to him and his body was freezing. I did wake him up and try to feed him since everything he got last night should have kicked in by then but he wouldn't eat rice or food or even wet food. I made Kevin take his temp and it was 99 which is very low for a dog. I called the vet and she said to bring him in 20 minutes. I jumped in the shower and Kevin tried to warm Stan. When we got there there was no check in or waiting it was just a quick briefing of the mornings activities and then on the scale and straight to a room. The vet we liked was in surgery and gave us the option of seeing the vet who owns the practice (who have only seen once) or we could wait until he was finished with a phone call and then he could take over the surgery and she would come work with us. We opted to wait and have her switch places to work with us. She was very concerned that he still was refusing to eat and that he could have possibly vomited even after the injections so she wanted to run blood tests and redo the x-rays. 30 minutes later the results came back and the x-rays were the same as yesterday and his blood work showed that more than half of the results were in the dangerous zones. She said his body was on its way to completely crashing and that the results looked like Addison's disease and he would need lifelong treatment but she would need to do a very expensive test to confirm and that it was in his best interest to stay over night for observation and iv fluids. She went to get us estimates for all the costs and let us think. Que breakdown. I asked Kevin if maybe we should put him down, what if we couldn't afford the care to keep him healthy. That really upset Kevin because he thought I was only worried about the money and really I was just worried about what would happen to Stan if we couldn't keep him healthy and I did instantly regret ever thinking about that option. One of the techs took us back to a room and gave us the price for everything and it is very expensive she said she would leave us alone for a few minutes to talk and think of questions and left. I started sobbing and couldn't stop. I cried the rest of the time we were there. We obviously wouldn't put Stan down (and I am so very sorry I ever even thought that would be an option and I feel guilty that I ever half suggested it this early on) so we chose to do the testing and to keep him over night at the vet office so he could stay hooked to the iv for as long as possible. She did say we could bring him home tonight but with the way he was there was no way to tell if he would or wouldn't crash over night and that it was in his best interest to stay over night so thats what we did. I would appreciate all the prayers and happy thoughts you want to give to us and Stan.