Hubby’s on a business trip. The cat knocked over the kitchen trash and spread coffee grounds everywhere. I forgot an important appointment. The car broke down.
Frustrating, but nothing worth breaking my diet for—until the vet showed me an x-ray.
There it was: the biggest damn tumor in the entire world, chowing down on my dog’s spleen—possibly already at work on his liver and heart. We won’t know for sure until we do the ultrasound.
Thank you, God, for Ben & Jerry’s.
Casey Dog liked it even though I thought it was just okay. He’s not picky about ice cream, but normally I only go for Baskin & Robbins Mint Chocolate Chip. We usually don’t get any ice cream because it’s unhealthy for both of us, but to heck with that. From now on, he can have all the ice cream he wants.
He’s almost 13—way up there for a large Standard Poodle, but this is still a shock. I guess we’ll figure out what to do after tomorrow’s ultrasound, but I’ve already decided against chemo or radiation, because he is old and it’ll make him feel worse and it doesn’t guarantee much extra time.
You’ve got to do what’s right for your pets, not what’s right for you. Take care of them, love them up a lot, and alleviate their suffering as much as possible.
For the moment, Ben & Jerry’s will have to do.