How many heart attacks can we have?

Last night our AC went out – in the middle of recordbreaking heat.   And, after drinking about 10 bowls of water,  Patches finally decided to pee – and went charging off of the “designated path” we have laid out for him of gym tiles, yoga mats and a doormat, strategically placed over the landscaping rocks. Hopping on his 3 legs, he charged off the path, out onto the red rocks, and settled in for the world’s longest pee. I tried not to hover, but did manage to throw a yoga mat in his path, and he promptly laid down. We all stood in the 100-degree night and took a breather, before making his way back indoors.

This AM, we learned our AC unit is from 1989, and can’t even be serviced.  So, why not.  With record heat forecasted, we are scheduled for some unforeseeable home repairs, and Baby Dog is trying to stay cool. I fed him some bone-shaped frozen treats I made him pre-amputation – banana and coconut yogurt. Baby dog likes coconut water and ate three frozen bones this AM, along with about 1/2 of his breakfast, so his appetite is a little better than yesterday.

We have been trying to keep him off the couch – under the “no jumping, no running, no walks” post surgery instructions.  I swear my back was turned for 30 seconds, and this happened – and he is snoozing now directly under a ceiling fan:

 

The Baby Dog is Home

Patches was discharged at 10:30am. I did my best to be a strong pack leader. It was inherently distressing and needlessly challenging journey through the output system and back across the external boundary, but he is home.

He immediately drank an entire bowl of water…

…and rested a bit.

He’s eaten a pound of elk, taken a brief lie-down outside on his cot, and is now resting in the family room.

I can barely form a coherent sentence at this point — and now must drive back to the surgical center to get all our belongings back — so… more updates later.

Amputation Eve

A month – to the day – from that awful initial emergency vet experience and the day after International Dog Day…

After four weeks of turmoil, sincerest snuggles, distressing veterinary encounters and reports, compassion cuddles, tears, moral flowcharts, repetitive x-rays, ethical decision trees, fungal analysis, elk patties, ultrasound, rotisserie chickens, CT scan and fine needle aspirate under general anesthesia, filet mignon, Dog Cancer Survival Guide, ribeye steak, fungal analysis, bison burgers, struggling to use a ramp in/out of the Jeep, “last walks,” covering the downstairs tile with gym matting, DogTV on YouTube, sleeping on the floor-air-mattress-couch, relocation of my work-life, scheduling chaos, resurrecting late-1980s razor blade skills to divide gabapentin capsule powder, a weekend cabin getaway, gradual quality of life decline, estimate for tripawd accessible landscaping of our backyard (US$2.8k), and upwards of US$7k in veterinary expenses (so far)…

Tomorrow is to see the surgical amputation of Patches’ left forelimb and, we hope beyond all else, his successful recovery and freedom from this awful pain.