Things here at the Funny Farm have been a bit chaotic the last week or so. In addition to putting in the new lawn (yay!) and helping darling daughter get ready for a move South (boo), we’ve been dealing with sick pups. Bailey’s injured leg, for example, and a round of tummy problems after our March experience with marrow bones.
But there’s one update I’ve avoided sharing here. My Facebook friends and family know, but for blog readers here’s an update.
Scout is sick. He’s had some problems for almost two months with diarrhea, blood in his stool, and other things clearly not right. We did blood work back in March because he’s just been acting a little slow. That was all fine.
But after months with no improvement after new food and meds, we did some more blood work a couple of weeks ago. The results showed inflammatory bowel disease and he was a little low on his folate and B12, but not enough to supplement. We changed his food and meds, but he still wasn’t really much better.
So last Saturday, we went for an ultrasound. I think we all expected that the results would confirm the IBD diagnosis. Unfortunately, the doctor found a small mass on Scout’s spleen, mild to moderately enlarged lymph nodes, and thickening of the walls of his colon.
Those are all possible signs of canine lymphoma.
I’m trying not to panic. This diagnosis would be heartbreaking; with treatment and remission a dog with lymphoma could have a year or so. I don’t even want to think about that.
The doctor who did the ultrasound said that what she found could be some other things, but I think she and Scout’s vet are kind of prepared for the worst.
This is so hard for me on so many levels. Obviously, I am in love with my dog and the thought of losing him kills me. But I have so much guilt associated with Scout; I feel like as an owner I’ve let him down on so many levels.
He had some wonky behavior problems after his broken leg (my fault; first guilt) so we went to training, and out of ignorance used some training methods that in hindsight certainly made the problem worse (shake cans, for example, are not a great training tool, especially for a sound sensitive dog; more guilt).
Then I added Bandit, who completely monopolized the household, and I feel like Scout got the short end of the stick.
Scout is the dog I got after we put Natasha down. As in six days later. I was a complete emotional wreck, but Scout was a healing balm. A month later, Scout broke his leg. Add to the mix the fact that I was going through my own emotional ups and downs and you can see that Scout and I have some emotional history.
I’m praying this isn’t cancer.
Anyway, tomorrow we have an appointment with a specialist who will likely run some more tests and give us a definite answer. Because there’s a chance it could be something other than, I’m trying to be positive. I’ll update you when I know more!