Patches’ final adventure in this world was crossing over the rainbow bridge this morning. His sloth and beaver nearby, he passed peacefully at home in his mom’s lap, paw held, and gazing into dad’s eyes. We are devastated but grateful for his relief.
With an “out of the blue” osteosarcoma diagnosis, we met the idea of amputation with abject opposition. It was simply unthinkable to us. As we worked to become educated on the choices we were facing, I became increasingly distressed and — in trying to cope with my own emotions around the entire situation — I began developing a sort of “moral” flowchart. And, in so doing, came to view the decision-making process as more about pain management and quality of life than anything else.
Ultimately, the decision became quite simple and irrespective of our own emotional distress around “it all.” The decision to be made was not weather to amputate but, rather, to determine if there was a reason not to amputate. I do not mean to suggest this is the correct choice, process, or path for others… but it has continued to provide great solace in an otherwise heartbreaking experience.
Yesterday, was Patches’ third round of Carboplatin and, in celebration of his continued progress on this adventure, I signed up for the 2021 Tour de Tripawds Worldwide Virtual Marathon. You can sponsor me by clicking my racer bib above or by visiting https://racery.com/r/tripawds-2021-virtual-race/#@patchesdad in your web browser.
Today was a good day. Patches got to go for his first R-I-D-E in the car since returning home from surgery. And, despite continued claims by the primary veterinary specialty center that the next closest veterinary oncology practice is in Phoenix or Los Angeles, Patches started chemo today… locally… in a comfortable, caring, and safe environment.
We were able to park directly outside the entrance. We were able to wait in the car until an exam room was available, and then someone from the staff held the door open for us. We walked through a calm reception environment with attentive, communicative, and friendly staff. It was only a few yards from the entrance to the exam room, with an easy pitstop on a nearby scale. 62.4 lbs (10 lbs lighter).
Yoga mats were already on the exam room floor when we entered… without even asking… although we had also brought our own. We sat by each other, and Patches laid down. Calm. Secure. I was moved to tears.
The vet tech arrived informed, knelt down on the floor with Patches, and had treats! She listened. She understood.
The vet walked in and immediately sat on the ground with Patches throughout our initial consult. I feel so grateful and simultaneously enraged that all the other veterinary practices — yes, including the AAHA facilities — refer to the specialty center. Reviewing the organizational structure on the Secretary of State portal reveals the specialty center is actually under the umbrella of a veterinary referral LLC. We had a delicious vegan lunch while Patches received his first dose, and began to strategize how we might best spare other families and pets from the unnecessary horrors of the specialty center (and ourselves from libel claims); rather than enable and ruminate on our guilt around what we and our Baby Dog have been through over the last 45 days.
Patches achieved his first Post-Operative Poop (POP) today, and we fashioned an improved wound covering from one of my old beaters!