Our Dog is Not Well
Here’s the quick update/summary of what’s going on:
- The x-rays show that her intestines are squished into half the space they should be in. There is a massive void in the other half of where they should extend through. There is a small chance this void is the result of a naturally occurring small liver and the void is simply a large fatty deposit. There is a very significant chance that this void is a very large tumor.
- She has arthritis throughout her body, including down her sternum and spine.
- She has hip dysplasia and arthritis in both her hips, although not that sever and likely not root cause of any of her problems. (We’ve suspected this since her check up last year).
- Her bloodwork is all within normal ranges.
- Her appetite continues to decrease. She will not eat, and drinking is far too limited to be considered good.
Right now, the action plan is simple:
- Wait for another vet who specializes in x-rays to read the x-rays to give a second opinion. Hopefully he can determine what the void is. We should hear today. (This is the both the least invasive and most cost effective next step).
- Try to get her to eat, something, anything. The vet suggested ground beef and rice (our go-to stomach remedy for her, but she hasn’t been interested in it lately) or chicken/turkey baby food.
- Lots and lots of snuggles.
The not so simple part is deciding what to do based on the x-ray results. We suspect the options will be to do an ultrasound or exploratory surgery. Or, we may choose end of life care. At this point, only time will tell.
I am completely devastated.
Mr. MPB is completely devastated.
Little MPB is completely oblivious.
While she is a large dog (90lbs), she’s only 7.5 years old. She’s a mixed breed rescue that was found abandoned in a farmers field with a few siblings at about 4 weeks old. After living in a foster home until she was old enough to be adopted, she came to live with us at about 8 or 9 weeks old. The day we brought her home I promised her that she’s always have lots of food, snuggles and love. I promised to always take care of her, and that she’d never have a worry again.
She has truly been our first child and has been spoiled beyond belief. She spent her first 5 years of life as an only child, and she soaked up all the one-on-one attention. She’s been my rock. She’s been at my side with every single pregnancy – I swear she knew I was pregnant before any positive pregnancy test or positive beta. She’s also been at my side with each loss – I swear she also knew when I lost each baby. She was glued to my side the second she knew I was pregnant until the second she knew I wasn’t pregnant – she didn’t let other near me and she didn’t ever jump on me or even paw me. And once the baby was gone, she cuddled with me through every miscarriage, even though she’s never been a cuddler.
She sheds everywhere, every single day, making sure to leave evidence of her favourite sleeping spots on the carpet. She loves a good tummy rub and ear scratch. She’s been our constant hiking companion, rain or shine. She’s our camping buddy and evening walking motivator. She loves everyone she meets and loves people unconditionally.
Life has clearly changed for her now that our son is here. She definitely hasn’t had as many walks, but we have never, not even for a second loved her any less. And now, she is our son’s best friend, even though she’s not completely sure about him. He looks for her at every opportunity, shouting puu-py constantly. He giggles when she licks him. He stops to pet her nose first thing every morning. He enjoys offering her food from his high chair and then quickly eating it himself (he thinks he’s rather funny, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t share the sentiment). But she especially likes when he is he’s willing to share his food and she happily snaps up whatever he lets go of. I’ve loved watching every moment of their relationship slowly develop, while she did not love him immediately, she has warmed up to him over time. I’m thankful she has not eaten him, or ever made a single threatening move towards him.
Truthfully, given her mutt status, we always assumed she’d have a healthy life and a long life. We feel slightly blindsided right now at the potential of how ill she is. Yet, we’ve always maintained that if she became sick, we wouldn’t prolong her suffering just for our sake. But now that we are faced with the possibility of having to say goodbye, I’ll admit, I’m not ready. And if saying goodbye is her best options, it will take every ounce of courage I have in me.
Just the thought of having to say goodbye is more then my heart can bear today. So, right now I have to keep hoping that she starts eating and drinking again, and that she just has an oddly tiny liver and a giant fatty spot where her intestines should be.
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