posted 2020-01-19 15:24:20

Our dog had a small wart like bump on her flank this summer. It got a bit bigger, so we invested a shit ton of money for a “in home visit” vet, thinking it will make her relaxed around the doctor (she love visitors and kids and us, obviously, but hates the vet). Even after tranquilizers and Valium she still freaks out apparently. Dog just hates vets. Anyway, They give us pills and tell us they may need to remove it, but see if it works first.

It worked at first, until early December, when the bump became this huge bloody cyst like thing. Get the damn vets back, we agree the surgery needs to happen, but they can’t schedule it for several weeks out. I was okay with that, we need to save some money for the procedure, plus I was hoping it would get better.

It’s not better. It’s worse. Now it’s this pinkish festering thing that smells and I just feel so bad for the dog. She’s pretty active and normal, really, but this is obviously a tumor and after the operation what’s next if it comes back?

We got her from the shelter about 6 years ago and she’s been a good companion. My kids adore her. She was with me for some very dark times, my companion when my husband travels, my nagging reminder to get outside and walk. I’m not always like “oh my furbaby”, in fact I’m the least sentimental about her and at times have been pretty cold about her (like I talk about the golden retriever puppy I’ll get to replace her when she goes) but the actual thought of her being gone makes the grief very real and I can’t stop choking up. I keep telling myself how lucky I am that my dogs health is the only bad part of my life right now, but then I see her eyes and think about how devastated my kids will be when she’s gone (especially my oldest, they love each other the most, she’s really his dog) and it just feels like no matter what there’s nothing good coming out of this at all.






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