Simba is doing better. After the explosive diarrhea in her sleep at 5 am Friday morning, things had to get better. I bought her a rug to put in front of her bed so she does not slip when she tries to get up, and she is doing better. Still not sturdy on her feet, but stronger all the time. Lets hope the hard part is behind us and I never see a bad seizure--what I have seen is bad enough
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Today was Slater's doctor's appointment to confirm why he has lost so much weight, and to see if he has a tooth problem that makes him reluctant to eat dry food, but more than happy to eat canned food.
I was dreading it because in my head I knew. He has osteosarcoma in his jaw. The prognosis is not good--three to six months. Of course, we do not know when that started, so who knows how long we have? We do not believe it was there last summer, and we do not believe it is in any other bones yet, but those are all just educated guesses. Chemo is not even an option for a 9 year old Great Dane. He could have his jaw removed, but that seems insane to me, to put him through it. Not gonna do it. We will just treat his symptoms as they arise--more canned food, mush up his dry food, Tramadol when/if it gets painful, etc
From here on out, both of them get what they want when they want it. I knew these days were coming, but I sure did not expect the double whammy all at once. Fortunately, Barry was able to come home tonight, to spend time with them, which is good. It is times like these that it is so hard on me to have him gone.
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