I know you were hoping it would be a joke. But it is not, unfortunately.
For the last week we have been helping Chloe, my Basset girl. She has been to the vet twice, that sarcoma is growing fast now. It is closing in her colon by pressing against it internally.
Her haunch is swelling so much I can see the changes from morning to afternoon.
On Friday, I called the vet to see if they could give me something that would soften her stools so they could bypass the bulge. We were already doing what we could with the Benefiber and pumpkin.
Discussing things with Stephen Lee, on of my two trusted vets, he said he wanted to go in once more and see if it has invaded the colon wall. If it has, there will be nothing to do for her. If it hasn't yet, he can try to remove some of it and buy her another month.
At which time there will be not much to do for her. He surgery is tomorrow afternoon. Today may be the last day with her.
She has always eaten well, but yesterday she began refusing her food. And last night she paced and panted, an obvious sign of pain. I slept little.
This dog doesn't deserve the pain and discomfort. She is such a sweet girl. I hurt so badly for her. And Frank is a basket case. She is, after all, his dog. She chose him.
I don't even have any pictures of her because Andrew has never come over to set up my new hard drive. I never found the old one. And I hope when he can connect that one we can download the backups from before the flood. I hope.
Both Frank and I misunderstood when Andrew sent the computerized "meeting request" for Mother's Day Dinner at City Cafe. It was Saturday and not Sunday like we assumed it would be. When I called Carrie in shock, she said they already had plans for today.
I wanted this day to be so special, my mother never acknowledged Mother's Day for me. even with a card. I had all these plans. So much for that.
Frank gave me a card and a balloon and went off to do some work with Greg at the CAAWS shelter.
I wish I could just go live in a hole somewhere. This sucks......