Well, our little monkey has been on her eye drops nearly a week now. Karen with her trained nurses eye and me, with my paranoid, forever optimistic outlook are thinking that pannus might be clearing up a little bit.
Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to be affected at all.
Just for record Miss Minnie, you cost me a couple of handfuls of gray hair. Wait, maybe I have just earned all of my grey hairs.
Some greyhounds are very stoic. Their leg could be falling off and you would never know it. Minnie, not so much. Last Thursday she had a limp. I played the 24 hour rule card and buried my head in the sand. Friday morning, I ran her over to the vet clinic just to make sure. They didn’t do xrays, but didn’t think it was anything so they sent me home with Rimadyl.
She did great over the week-end until last night when she played chase with Pete. She stopped suddenly, held up her paw and cried out.
To say the least, our hearts sank and a few tears escaped down my cheek. I was pretty booked today, but the first chance I got, I ran her over to the clinic and handed her leash to the vet.
I told her that I didn’t want any diagnosis that couldn’t be fixed. They xrayed her from stem to stern and saw nothing. They are sending them out just to be sure.
I like the diagnosis and I’m hanging on to it for as long as I possibly can. She’s on limited activity, Rimadyl and I’m taking her in every day for cold lazer treatments.
I’ve started to move my things out of the house now. I’ve hung a few photos on walls of my doghouse. It’s really quite cozy. I’ll be happy out here all by myself, I’m just sure of it.
Today was the last straw. They are all beginning to accept the fact that I come home smelling of other dogs. Big dogs, small dogs, fat dogs, skinny dogs, hairy dogs, hairless dogs. They understand how much I love it.
But today, today was just bad. The greyhound group I volunteer for was having their annual greyhound picnic. When I came home smelling like all those other greyhounds, they knew we had gone to a greyhound party without them. They waited at least until we fed them dinner and then, they put my camera by the door, gave me a quarter for a phone call and said happy trails.
This week both Mickey and Minnie got called in to donate blood. Mickey went over to the e-vet on Tuesday night. He was so scared, but he was still a very brave boy. He never really has enjoyed leaving the comforts of his big back yard.
Today Minnie went over to our vet clinic to donate. She’s now at an age where it was probably her last draw.
It’s kinda sad to have all of our donor dogs too old to donate. How did that happen. At one time, we had seven dogs that we could rotate through.