Oh for Pete sakes! The cytology was inconclusive. Can we get just one break here? Minnie is having a sympathy limp tonight. I am having a paranoia breakdown.
On the good news side of things, Talley is doing really well with the Rimadyl. Still limping, but at least she is mobile and eating.
She threatened to use her teeth as a suture removal kit this morning, but with our tenacity, she eventually left it alone. She just isn’t a dog that you can muzzle or kennel or place the cone upon her head.
I’m still in a bit of a fog tonight. The news of the day just wasn’t what I had hoped for.
Flo’s biopsy results came back. They weren’t able to get clean margins. We didn’t really expect them because of the type of tumor, but I admit it, sometimes I look at the dogs health sometimes through rose-colored glasses.
I remember the day I stood in the clinic with one of our 14 year old greyhounds. She needed to have a tooth pulled. We had an even bigger pack back then and they were all youngsters. My vet and I talked, she said, “you know, old age is not a disease, but it can get expensive. You’ve got some hard years ahead.” I nodded, I knew what she was saying, but it was a long time away.
I think we have arrived.
The plan for Flo is just wait and watch. If and when the tumor comes back, we’ll de-bulk it, there really isn’t much else we can do. Radiation is the primary treatment for this kind of tumor. We would be looking at six-weeks of daily radiation treatments under sedation. She already has a significant heart murmur and neither of us are in a position to take six weeks off of work to drive her back and forth to Portland. So, we’ll watch and wait.
We took Talley in for X-rays today. Her limp in her hind-end was quite significant yesterday. The shadow they saw on the x-rays last week was larger. It still doesn’t have the classic osteosarcoma look, but it did change in just three weeks time.
Tomorrow we will take her back in, they will x-ray her lungs to make sure we don’t have metz to the lungs. If the lungs are clear, they will biopsy the bone.
And then, we wait. We’ll make a plan for her as soon as we have a biopsy result.
Timber is holding his own today. He’s eating, it took a little coaxing and a new route, but he finally went on his evening walk with Karen. It’s never a good sign when he turns down his walk, he loves them.
Welcome to the emotional roller coaster called Hope.
This is what “no, I do not want my photo taken” looks like. Talley is probably one of our prettiest hounds. Apparently pretty equates with stubborn because that is also one of her strongest traits.
Ten days ago, just ten she was limping. I waited the obligatory 24 hours to make sure it wasn’t a tweak before I hauled her to the vet. She immediately stopped limping the minute the Dr. came out to see her. I felt slightly foolish, but as we talked, I told them to go ahead and do X-rays. It was a cheap piece of mind for me.
The x-rays showed a shadow and it was the same shadow in two different views. It didn’t look like anything normal, and we sent it off to be read by a radiologist anyway. They didn’t see anything, but suggested we x-ray again in about three weeks.
Today she won’t bare any weight on the leg at all.
All I can say is it better not be anything. She’s better be messing with my head. My number one rule is one sick dog at a time. Period.
So, if you have any good connections with the Power of the Paw, I’d appreciate a good word or two. Years ago my vet looked at us and said, “you know, you are going to have a lot of old dogs at one time. Old age is not a disease, but it can get expensive.” Really and truly, I did not blow her off. I understood what she was saying, but it was going to be a long time away.
The long time away has arrived. I’m afraid our ride in paradise is about to get a little bumpy.
Sometime around the holidays, I wrote about our amazing find at the Goodwill. I knew that our new white leather love seat would be perfect for photographing pets. Lacking for a place to put it, we put it behind my computer desk and as it turns out, it is perfect for our dogs to lounge around on. At this point in time, if we moved it, it would be considered some form of animal cruelty.
This is the place where Karen would tell you I drive her crazy. I was on a new mission. I was in search of an antique settee.
Craigslist, antique stores, antique malls… We searched high and low.
I am still amazed at how many red and various shades of pink came out of that genre. What on earth were they thinking?
As it turns out, it is all in the spelling. I could have saved myself miles of travel if I had only looked up love seat under antiques on Craigslist.
Yes, it turns out that this little not pink or red gem was only five miles from our house. It was more than I had mentally budgeted, but the minute I saw it, I was in love and I knew I had to have it. The family and I finally connected and we hotfooted it over their house.
Turns out, this settee sat in grandmothers front room for as long as she could remember.
I told her I had visions of beautiful pet images upon my new antique settee. She admitted to me the next day that she thought I was a little crazy when I told her why I wanted it.
The settee is perfect for eight doggies and once she saw the photo of the puppies on the couch, she agreed, it was absolutely perfect for it’s new intended purpose.