I don't like to admit that I only come on here and write when I'm sad, but truth be told, words don't really come when I'm happy.
Paco, Chico, Zeus is sick. How sick is yet to be determined, but he's sick.
I found a lump on his lip; it's hard, it's dark and it's growing.
As I drove to the vet, I thought of this blog and these posts. Knowing you're on the way to bad news is tough and although we didn't get any news yet, the idea of my boy having to have surgery to remove the lump is troubling enough.
I hope that I'm wrong about all of this and I hope it's nothing; maybe a clogged hair follicle or something to do with allergies, but in my heart, I know something is up. Zeus hasn't been himself for a while now, lethargic, heavy breathing and trouble walking. These are all things that can be chalked up to an ageing dog, but are also things that can't be ignored.
He was at the vet recently because I thought I heard a 'whooshing' sound from his heart, much like that of you, Paco, and you, Chico. It turned out to be pancreatitis, but in a mild form. Great, off to the pet store we went for a low fat food. The troubling thing was that Zeus was always doing really well on his food from The Honest Kitchen, but due to the pandemic and supply chain issues, we've had to change it a few times. It's no one's fault, but it absolutely made him sick.
Back to the drawing board, I find a different, and available, food. We switch over a few weeks, yet Zeus seems to be getting more and more tired, and then I find the lump...
Friday will be his surgery to remove the lumps (there's one on his neck as well) and to see where we stand.
I'm not ready to lose my big boy. I know he's old and I know eventually he'll pass over to the bridge and meet you boys, but he's too young. He'll miss out on his golden years like you did, Cheeky.
I miss you boys.
Paco, Chico, Zeus is sick. How sick is yet to be determined, but he's sick.
I found a lump on his lip; it's hard, it's dark and it's growing.
As I drove to the vet, I thought of this blog and these posts. Knowing you're on the way to bad news is tough and although we didn't get any news yet, the idea of my boy having to have surgery to remove the lump is troubling enough.
I hope that I'm wrong about all of this and I hope it's nothing; maybe a clogged hair follicle or something to do with allergies, but in my heart, I know something is up. Zeus hasn't been himself for a while now, lethargic, heavy breathing and trouble walking. These are all things that can be chalked up to an ageing dog, but are also things that can't be ignored.
He was at the vet recently because I thought I heard a 'whooshing' sound from his heart, much like that of you, Paco, and you, Chico. It turned out to be pancreatitis, but in a mild form. Great, off to the pet store we went for a low fat food. The troubling thing was that Zeus was always doing really well on his food from The Honest Kitchen, but due to the pandemic and supply chain issues, we've had to change it a few times. It's no one's fault, but it absolutely made him sick.
Back to the drawing board, I find a different, and available, food. We switch over a few weeks, yet Zeus seems to be getting more and more tired, and then I find the lump...
Friday will be his surgery to remove the lumps (there's one on his neck as well) and to see where we stand.
I'm not ready to lose my big boy. I know he's old and I know eventually he'll pass over to the bridge and meet you boys, but he's too young. He'll miss out on his golden years like you did, Cheeky.
I miss you boys.