Most will know that Dolly was booked in to the vets yesterday to remove yet another growth from her throat Dolly: Vet confirms my concerns and those who have read my reply to a comment made on my previous blog Just Reggie will of read that as I sat in the waiting room yesterday to see the vet before dropping her off, I discovered another growth at her shoulder.
She has had both growths removed. The vet not overly happy with the removal of the growth from her shoulder. This is not curative medicine now, but damage limitation medicine. The cancer is an aggressive type, as we were told after the results from her last biopsies and it looks to be migrating.
I picked Dolly up just after 5 pm yesterday afternoon and as she was still a bit worse for wear after the anesthetic. There is a feeling of guilt. Is this the surgery one to many? We are clinging on to Dolly now and we have to be careful it is not to tight. There is a thin line of balance that you don't take every ounce of a dogs dignity because you cannot bare to suffer the loss of them.
When I get home with Dolly I carry her out of the car to a grassy area for her to have a pee and she obliges, looks up at me with a sleepy gaze and then heavily limps off, I seriously wonder if the grip is to tight, but sleep is a wonderful thing and I lay her in the crate I put up earlier for her. My, does she sleep and I leave her bide and I watch over her. Suddenly, she opens one eye and sits up just after 10 pm. I carry her outdoors and she duly delivers a pee for me and as she pees she looks up at me again. Gone is the mist of the anesthetic and the old Dolly seems to be back. That is the look of "I'm hungry."
We get back indoors and she goes in to her crate of her own accord, sitting and waiting. She knows the routine now after surgery and I duly return with a plate of chicken and rice which she eats heartily. My guilt is slowly ebbing away.
There is though one test I know of with Dolly that will assure me a bit further that my grip has not been so tight. That is the chicken run, our daily morning stroll out together to check on the chickens, and she does not fail me this morning
Sorry to all those waiting on news of Dolly yesterday and that I've only got to it now. Thanks for all the well wishing for her.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
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