My Dog - Gypsy
Nov 29 2015
I touched on my dog Gypsy on my last post. Well here are more details and my thoughts on all this. Gypsy came to us 6 years 9 months ago as a rescue. OMG she was a wild thing! Poor Bella, who had a box full of toys
and Gypsy would come and take every.single.toy.out.of.the.box.
And Bella would go behind Gypsy and pick up every single toy and put them BACK in her box. Was so funny! Gypsy was the baby and our wild thing! She loves frisbees, she loves golf cart rides and she loves to jump on momma in the mornings to make sure I know it is time to wake up.
Well, this year we found a lump. I wasn't too worried about it. Bella had a lump in the same spot and it always tested ok. So we went on the cruise (glad we waited until AFTER the cruise) and came home and two days later took her to the vets. He checked her over and aspirated the lump to look under a scope for cancer cells.
You know, I KNEW, as soon as he walked it that it was not good. That she had cancer. Not even sure how to explain, its like the breath was sucked out of me, my heart stopped beating, my head felt like it ws going to explode. Tear came and all I could think about was no I can't lose Gypsy too, too soon, too much.
And tears came as we talked about options. I love my vet, he had her in the NEXT day to get this and one other lump removed. She came home that night and because she had sutures on her right stomach and her left shoulder blade, and she was pretty dopey, she was unable to get into bed with mom. So Master moved the king size mattress into our livingroom and there Gypsy and I cuddle for four days. Nothing breaks you heart more then to hear your dog cry out in pain.
The results came in from pathology and she has a grade 2 cancer. So this is good, grade 1 would have been REALLY good, grade 3 probably a couple of years and grade 4 we would have done pallative care. Fortunately she has grade 2. Two weeks later her sutures came out (last week) and we started her on cancer meds to basically kill the cancer (hopefully).
ARGH these meds. Sighs my poor baby, they make her sick, they make her pant, they make her drink ALOT and they make her pee ALOT ALOT. She has had four accidents since being on them. And she knows she is not suppose to pee in the house and even though we tell her it is okay, she still thinks it is bad of her. Breaks my heart. So I try really hard to be here ALL the time so that she has no accidents (all four times we were busy so it was our fault.) I am thankful for carpet shampooer for it is being put to use lol.
Anyways once she is done these meds, she will go in for another surgery and then we wait. Like people do, and hope it doesn't come back.
Now here comes my instinct, I dunno, I look at her and I think something is wrong. That maybe we should do some ex-rays. That she is not right. And to even think that I might lose my soon to be 7 year old puppy, spirals me into this dark place that I don't want to go. It never crossed my mind, especially since losing Bella last year, that I could be facing the loss of another beloved pet.
And here we are...
And as stated in the previous post, her having cancer was what toppled my plate over and cause it and me to come crashing down. Poor Master has had to deal with this depressed, crying, dark and gloomy slave. Seriously one really can only take so much.
I only hope my instincts are wrong and that I have 6 or 7 more years with my dog!
I have lost 50 pounds this year