I took her back in today for a one-week check-up. She’s definitely feeling better, her appetite is back and she is doing some of her good ol’ Flo things.
But the girlfriend ain’t gonna make things easy. Last week we decreased the digoxin and eliminated one of her heart meds. Partly because she promptly threw-up her breakfast and mostly because her kidney values had changed slightly.
Potential kidney problems are on the radar. Her heart is still beating a little too fast. First step is to get her on a kidney diet to hopefully support her kidneys. Apparently heart disease and kidney disease do not play well in the sandbox together. To treat one, either one doesn’t help the treatment for the other.
We have a routine around here, well, kinda, sorta.
Everyday without fail, I go home at lunch to let the dogs out. Pete always goes out with the first group. Once they are outside, I run in and fix my lunch and then let them in. Everybody was standing at the door. Except Pete. I always panic first and think logically second.
It’s been too hot here lately and we have a baby pool near the door filled with fresh, cool water. I should have looked there first.
Instead I called out for him.
Arising from the pool, dripping wet, Pete came running. Of course, because I was letting then in, all of the doors were open and Pete made a mad dash in the house and upstairs to his favorite cushion.
And then I wonder why the house smells like a wet dog.
We said good bye to Emma last week. I know how much she will be missed and she will always be loved.
What a wonderful girl.
She seems to be doing really well on this last mix of pills. As long as we feed her just the right food, this week it’s Stella and Chewy’s only, she’s eating well.
All of the lasix she’s on has her peeing like a wild woman. We have just accepted the fact that the rugs are going to have to have a regular washing when we have to be gone from the house for more than an hour or two.
Flo is comfortable however. It feels like her heart rate has decreased. I take her back in on Wednesday for more blood work and whatever else they need to do.
One day at a time.
Taking things one day at a time is over rated. Today was definitely a better day, but yesterday! Oi vey.
I gave her the fistful of cocktails. Pill pockets and hamburger balls and cheese and peanut butter… according to Flo, they are over rated. That leaves us with only one alternative, shove them down her throat. I hate that more than anything, but she has to have these pills. And then, we wait an hour to feed her.
She got her pills, we waited. I fed her breakfast and she took a bite or two. The night before she was ravenous. So, I got out the menu and she picked something different and ate most of that. She stretched out on the couch and an hour later she got up, walked over to the carpet and promptly threw it all up. I called the vet, the vet said call the cardiologist and the cardiologist sent us back to our vet for follow up lab work. Her kidney values had changed. We changed the dose on the digoxin and dumped one of the meds for a week.
One day at a time. It’s a roller coaster ride with ups and downs all of the time.
She started taking digoxin last night and by this morning, her heart rate had already started to decrease.
I took Flo to Oregon State University veterinary school to see a cardiologist today. Overall, it was a good visit. I was very impressed with both the staff and the facilities. They did an Echocardiagram and another EKG.
In addition to the congestive heart failure, she has mitral valve degeneration which is progressive and incurable. We have her on a significant cocktail of pills that will hopefully support heart and we will take it one day at a time.
She was definitely feeling better this morning and if I could have given her breakfast, I think she was ready to eat. She ate dinner and she is resting peacefully tonight. The vet thought we probably caught the problem earlier rather than later, so that is a good thing.
Well, we’re going to see the specialist. Flo is taking a fistful of pills, in fact after work I made a flying trip to Costco get her digoxin. Our vet thinks and we agree that we need to find the underlying cause. The consult on her EKG from yesterday said she has atrial fibrillation.
Our appointment is tomorrow at Oregon State University with a cardiologist. We could be in for a very long day.
Flo’s night was not much better and we followed through with Plan A. As soon as the vet clinic doors opened, we were sitting in the lobby.
Turns out, our hunch was right, she needed to be seen. Her heartbeat was irregular and beating much too fast. X-rays showed that the heart is enlarged and the EKG will be read by a cardiologist in the morning. Preliminary x-ray consult suggests congestive heart failure. Of all of the heart conditions, that is the one that we will have the best chance of treating.
She spent the day at the clinic, is home for the evening and will go back tomorrow. She’s resting much more peacefully tonight after receiving lasix and some heart meds. We’ll know more tomorrow whether or not I will be taking her to a cardiologist in Portland.
Poor baby, she is such a sweet girl.
I was just a little over a year ago that Flo had the soft tissue sarcoma removed. You can see the long scar on her the outside of her knee still. There hasn’t been any indication that the tumor was coming back and there still isn’t.
Tonight however, she just isn’t herself. She’s a little logy, coughing and panting more than usual. Of course our minds go instantly to the worse places. Skirvee was a little bit like this. What if the cancer metastasized to her lungs? Of course, we try to brush it off as just an off day.
But, we’re worried.
Guess we’ll be visiting the vet in the morning. You had better be OK Flo.
I almost forgot, Minnie had a check-up with the ophthalmologist in Portland before I left for Santa Fe. Her eyes are responding well to ointment we are putting in them (well nurse Karen is administering) twice a day.
If she continues to do so well, we might be able to drop back to only once a day. We are doing the happy dance.