Look at that gorgeous face! I wish it looked like that yesterday 😦
My whole life came crashing down at about 4pm when we were told the word I never wanted to hear…tumor. I wanted to cry. Actually I wanted to scream but it really wasnt the place or time for it.
Our first born, our buddy, our baby was not well yesterday morning. He wouldn’t eat (big sign that something was wrong), he wouldn’t settle and he kept clenching his stomach in pain. He is such a strong dog that he tried not to show the pain but we knew. We took him to the vet first thing in the morning and they couldn’t find anything wrong with him so she did extensive blood tests which still didn’t give us enough answers so later that day we went back for x-rays and there on the screen showed us what we didn’t want to see. A big black mass on his spleen.
We made the short trip to the animal emergency so they could do an ultrasound to see the extent of it. From what she could see the tumor was bad and it needed to be removed which meant the spleen would have to go with it. Within a few hours we were sitting there being told our boy had to go in to surgery and then we were told the cost. For the first time in my life the dollars signs didn’t mean a thing. I wanted my boy well again and back to normal. She mentioned that they also needed to do a chest x-ray to make sure it hadn’t travelled. Thankfully he received the all clear.
We were sent home and told to wait until they called. Those next hours were the longest I have ever experienced. I re-cleaned the house just to get my mind off things but seeing his bed, even bits of his fur made me cry. My boy needed to beat this and he did. The phone call came at 11:30pm to say that they got the spleen out and all of the tumor. We cried some more.
The vet called this morning to say we could see him so we made the mad dash. There sitting in a big cage was a face just staring at us with the “let’s go home” look. He looked amazing. For a dog who had been through an ordeal like he had, he was a completely different dog. The vet’s even commented with how strong he is. My boy is a champion!
He will be in the hospital for 48 hours and the tests results will hopefully be back on Wednesday so we aren’t out of the woods yet but the Dr’s are still pretty positive.
I know that being 12 years of age it’s nearly his time. I thought I loved him too much before but now I realise how much he means to us and we will do everything in our power to make him live his life to the fullest.