Month: September 2018

I wasn’t eating enough and yesterday I wouldn’t walk at all. Mommy called the vet (Dr. A, the good guy). He took me off all meds but the antibiotic and said to call in the morning. When mommy called, she and Dr. A agreed that I needed to go in for blood work. I am in kidney failure, even though my blood work was great at my senior checkup in July and my pre op blood work was clean, too. Dr. A says I have a 50/50 chance of pulling through this. My mommy refuses to believe that this is anything other than a complication from surgery. Mommy not believing I had cancer worked, and my lymph nodes were clean. Mommy will pull this one off, too. I have a little infection by where they did the surgery, one of the vets massaged it and got some pus to come out of my drain. I will feel better once that clears up. The vet is keeping me on IV fluids for 3 days. I will be feeling a lot better on Saturday, my kidney levels will be back to normal, and I will be going home.

I have a big fight in me because I was named after a great warrior, so I will fight this and win. I did put up a fight when they took my temperature and my blood. Mommy thinks that’s a good sign.

When mommy called at 6 to check on me, the vet on duty (Dr. P), told her that I am doing well and I walked and went potty like a good girl.

This is really good news! Mommy wants to have a party! This doesn’t mean that there’s no cancer, but it’s really good news. They will have to take x-rays of my chest every 3-6 months to make sure there were no random cells, but I have way more than 6 months to live! Right now I’m not so happy, but in a couple of weeks, once this wound is healed and I’m off the drugs, I will be happy again!!!!

This morning a memory popped up on mommy’s Facebook feed. It was me on the SUP, out on the high seas searching for dolphins. I LOVE dolphins!!! One time, when we lived in Treasure Island, a dolphin engaged with me at the seawall. I ran and he swam. He would even turn around when we got to the hedge at the edge of the property. Unfortunately, I tripped and fell in. He was not Flipper, and he left the scene. Mommy jumped in while my ex-daddy ran inside and got the SUP. Mommy suited me up in my life jacket, then we both got on the board. Honestly, that seawall and paddleboard probably had something to do with me blowing my ACL, which led to the prosthetic in my knee, which turned into what they think is cancer. Keep sending prayers! The pathology is not back yet! Mommy refuses to believe that it’s cancer, so that pathology is going to come back negative for cancer!!!! Anyway, I get sidetracked. I inherited my ADD from mommy.

Fast forward to today…. I’m still not eating much, and I still cry at night, but I’m getting better and hope to be back swimming soon. Mommy ordered a nice harness from Amazon that has a handle on it, so she can help me if she needs to. She probably won’t need to, though, I’m fast on 3 legs. Maybe mommy needs to take up jogging.

Auntie Kay came over today. She says that my stitches look real good. She has a medical background, so she knows. Dr. Adney did a really good job amputating my leg and sewing me back up.

Uncle Shawn has been taking really good care of me, too. I LOVE him! He’s my boyfriend. Mommy says that he is my day nurse and she is the night nurse. I like being in his apartment because his A/C works really well. Mommy’s A/C doesn’t do so well in the afternoon. She calls it Hot Flash O Thirty. I also love Uncle Shawn’s apartment because that’s where the treats are. I don’t want to eat anything right now, but all of us dogs at the Regency love Uncle Shawn. I just love him best, and I think he loves me best, too. Mommy calls him the Dogfather. He’s a dog whisperer. This apartment complex is awesome! It’s gated and all the dogs come out and play together. Give me a few weeks and I’ll be chasing that Pug, Bing again. They have all come to see me and say “Get well soon!” The owners of the complex even donated to my gofundme. This is a great place to live, for dogs and people (cats too).

 

 

 

 

 

 I’m not the best patient. If you get too personal with me I will snarl and nip. Not something you want to see from a Rotti, but it’s what I do. So, when I wasn’t eating they called mommy to come get me. She called my favorite person, Uncle Shawn, and they came up to get me. The vet who did my surgery came highly recommended, but is like an hour drive from our apartment. On the way home we stopped to get bland ground chicken breast and white rice. Mommy cooked it up and I’ve been eating a little of it. I have to eat it so I can take my meds. I was hungrier at midnight than I was at 6. Right now I’m crying. Mommy is writing my blog. Mommy is going to come sleep on the floor of the bathroom with me in a minute.

I will feel better tomorrow.

I had my surgery today. The vet said I did well, even though it took 3 hours, because I’m such a big girl. They will send my lymph nodes off for a biopsy.

I have to stay a couple of nights in the hospital. My mommy is glad about that, because she is no medical professional. They promise to keep me drugged up and out of it.

An interesting thing that the vet said, is that it’s not uncommon for dogs who get prosthetics put in their legs when they tear their ACLs (like I did), to get cancer in that very spot.

I just want to make sure that people know this when they take their dogs to get that kind of surgery. Know the risk…. you know?