Still wondering what Holly was up to?
Wanna know what took 14 hours and put 700 miles on my new van?
Wanna see what put a giant smile on Holly’s face?
The Do Not Enter is how my butt felt about the car last night after I got home.
Driving over to eastern Oregon to meet Goldee was one fabulous road trip. I left Salem at 6:15 and picked up Joe and Holly in Tualatin at 7 am and the were off into the wild blue yonder.
Check out those skies, I’m not kidding.
We arrived in Baker City at 2:45 and Holly burst into tears of joy.
There in the back of a car sat Goldee, waiting ever so patiently for her new girl and boy to take her home.
All the way home, nearly 350 miles the shutter snapped.
Goldee couldn’t believe, nor could she count the number of times that she had to look back at me through the lens of the camera.
And what I saw on the other side of the lens is a dog that will hardly ever hear the word “no.”
Seriously, wouldn’t you give those eyes everything she wants?
According to Goldee, the seats were wonderful. I will never know because I sat on the floor of the minivan on the dog cushions so that she could be content on the seats.
This girl will never know anything but love and joy and frolic and fun.
Welcome home Goldee.
Road trip tomorrow. I’ll leave Salem at about 6:15, pick up Holly and Joe in Portland and we’ll be on our way to Baker City. It’ll take us about 6.5 hours to get out there.
What do you think Holly has in her plans?
It has been a little over a month since we bid farewell to Emma, the greatest weimie that ever lived. Holly misses her every single day. Boy oh boy can I relate.
All week I have been receiving countdown texts.
Today’s countdown, two sleeps.
Whatever does this daughter of mine have up her sleeve?
Flo started another heart medication in hopes of getting her rate down last week. Now in addition to 100 mg of lasix, 12.5 mcg of digoxin, 15 mg vetmedin, she is taking 120 mg of diltiazem every day now.
Yes, the girl has her own 4x per day pill box.
The congestive heart failure she was originally diagnosed with is now resolved. Now we are dealing with atrial fibrulation and degenerative valve disease which will never be cured, mitral valve regurgitation, and enlargement of the left side of her heart. The atrial fib could potentially correct itself but the rest are all considered chronic conditions that we will treat with the above cocktail of meds.
Today I took her back in for another EKG and lab work. Her heart rate has decreased significantly, it’s still very irregular but it is down in the 160s from 320 when we originally took her in. A normal heart rate is between 100 and 120.
She seems a little more logy than normal, but other than that she seems comfortable, has a great appetite and is enjoying the pampering.
Ah yes, still on the “one day at a time” band wagon.
Our daughter Megan and her husband is fostering a nine-week old pit bull puppy named Opal. Talk about sweet. That little baby was so good for the heart today.
I’m so sorry, another repost from my other blog.
When I wake up in the morning, I know that decisions will have to be made during the day. Some major, some minor. At the end of the day, I want to fall asleep never having regretted any of my decisions.
Our hearts are shattered into in a million pieces tonight. Our sweet little pocket rocket Crystal is gone. Just when I think I am out of tears, they fill-up and flow again.
I will never regret the day we had our friend spring her from a Craigslist ad. I will never regret the amount of love and laughter that she poured into our hearts. The hole is huge and empty and painful tonight, but I know how this works. We will love again and again, that is what Karen and I are made of. And I certainly will never regret our decision to amputate her leg 10 days ago. We had a chance, we took it. We were dealt the osteosarcoma card again. Someday we will win. I know we will.
To all of the cyber hugs and good wishes that were sent our direction these last two weeks, we thank you. Who would have guessed how much a hug through cyber space and a thumbs-up would have such an impact, but it does.
To our vet clinic, our vet, our vet techs and staff, thank you for loving our girl just like she were your own. Every minute that she was in your care I was confident that it was the best and most loving that she could get. I know that she broke a piece of your hearts off too, she loved you all.
Crystal, many would say that the skies will have a bright shiny star tonight. You and I know better. You are a comet racing across the sky leaving behind you a trail of love, laughter and joy.
We will miss you so much girlfriend.
Crystal aka Rebel Crystal • May 23, 2003 to August 22, 2014
Well, except for the buckets and buckets of puss that continue to drain, Crystal is doing really well. She motors around on her three wheels as if she never needed the four leg after all.
I was most encouraged when I got a message yesterday about a greyhound that is 27+ months post amp and chemo. And, that there was a study about infections and cancer, dogs that got infections actually did better because the cancer got caught in the cross fire.
Tomorrow she will go in under anesthesia and they will flush out the area and place a drain.
Then, when all is well, we will go forth with chemo. We will keep a very close eye on her quality of life. That will always be first and foremost in our minds.
Crystal was still pretty punk this morning. The fever was gone, but she didn’t want to eat, she didn’t want to walk and she certainly didn’t want to go back to the vet clinic for another day on IV antibiotics.
They x-rayed the stump and found a few pockets of gas, most likely from the bacteria. She still has quite a bit of drainage. She’s been on antibiotics since the surgery, but boosting her IV antibiotics really seemed to help.
We are still watching her, but there is a chance she might have to go in for more surgery to remove some of the tissue. We are hoping not.
When we got there this evening, she was very excited to see us. She sat right up. Gave Karen a million kisses and even gave me an eargasm when I rubbed her ears. All of those were so good to see especially after she has been so down.
One of the drugs we added to her cocktail is SamE. It’s an over-the-counter natural remedy that is supposed to help with pain and depression. She was definitely happier tonight. It was start of the quality of life we promised her when we decided to amputate the leg.
As feared however, the biopsy came back. Yes, once again osteosarcoma has reared it’s ugly head in our lives and in one of our dogs. I hate that disease. It’s evil and it’s ultimately deadly.
This time is different. We have already amputated the leg and it has been our experience that we say good bye anywhere from three to six weeks mostly because of the pain. We honestly don’t know what to expect. We will talk to our vet about chemo after we get the infection problem cleared up.
One day at a time girlfriend, one day at a time.
Well, today did not go according to plan. Poor little Crystal developed some blood blisters during the night in the tissue where the blood was pooling. Karen noticed them at 3:30 this morning when she got up to check her. She was definitely feeling punk this morning and since Karen had the day off, she whisked Crystal off to the vet clinic. She had a temp of 104° and the blisters were beginning to drain.
She was on IV antibiotics and fluids all day. By noon her temp had dropped to the high normal range. She was a bit more perky but her new best friend Stumpy wasn’t being so friendly. It is hurting her.
The Doc is going to give her two days to see what happens with the draining and depending how she looks then, she may be going in for more surgery.
She’s home with us tonight. She ate, she’s been out to pee, but I really think it hurts the stump to walk.
It will be back to the clinic for more IV antibiotics in the morning. Poor little punky. I’m so sorry Crystal.
We said good bye to our lovely little senior lady today. Sheesh, this just isn’t getting any easier. Jori was 14.5 years old which is pretty darn good for a greyhound. Age had taken most of it’s toll on her legs, they just couldn’t hold her up like they once did.
It was beautiful though. Our vet came to the house and underneath the plum tree, resting so peacefully, she let out one big sigh of relief and raced toward the rainbow bridge to see all of her friends.
Jori is the one dog that knew everyone, she was one of our first greyhounds, a foster failure.
Here’s the link from my other blog, both of our daughters came down. Jori was part of their growing up too. Celebrating Jori
Crystal is doing a little better each day. She’s eating with gusto although she has turned her nose up on the Darwin’s raw and has decided she wants kibble. That’s fine, except that on kibble she was incontinent and she had protein in her urine. Arghh, hoping this is just a blip.
She is walking pretty well on three legs, but definitely tires quickly. We watch her pretty closely. Karen will be home with her tomorrow and I will stay home with her the rest of the week.
And Flo, the cardiac kid. She had another EKG last week amongst the rest of the chaos. Her heart rate is still too fast, so we shall add another pill to her already out-of-control cocktail. She is not the easiest dog to get pills into. She is wise to all of the tried and true tricks of the trade which leaves us no choice but to risk the ends of our fingers when we shove them down her gullet. It is also not a bonding moment for us.
She remains happy and full of zest for life however.
I think that brings us up-to-speed with the gardens.
Onward and upward, one day at a time.