My Dear One
Dakota's health has been poor for about two weeks now--intermittent diarrhea, coughing, and reduced appetite. We took him to the vet last Saturday, who did bloodwork and cultures. Coming home with two antibiotics, pain pills, and an anti-diarrheal medication, we thought things were under control.That night his ankles started to swell. Then Sunday night the edema spread to three of his four legs, from toes to hip. I telephoned the veterinarian on call, who advised us to take him to the 24-hour clinic. She was concerned that he might be be experiencing heart failure. But the diagnosis when we walked out at midnight was cancer--specifically lymphoma.
He's too old to do more than make him comfortable, and we're starting him on prednisone tomorrow morning. He couldn't take the steroid any sooner, because we had to wait until another med was completely out of his system. It's been hard to see him so swollen since Sunday, but hopefully tomorrow the prednisone will help with that. Also, he's had nerve problems with his back legs for several years now, so he can't feel all of the current discomfort.
Peter saw me crying this morning, and he burst into tears, too. It was a teaching moment, and we hugged each other and talked about the whole situation. "God is taking care of Dakota, just like he's taking care of us."
posted by Stahlkes @ 2:21 PM
2 Comments:
Our tears are with you, too. Our Annie had to be put to sleep last summer. Pets teach us so much about God's love.
Crying with you,
Colorado Cuz
Thank you.
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