Heading today to Dr. Pokey for a weigh in.
Depending on what we see, we will probably get an appointment. See, I’ve been losing weight – a lot of weight, lately. And yesterday, I didn’t eat a treat. This morning, I didn’t eat all of a boiled egg. And I haven’t touched my dog food in about a week. (I’ve been surviving on a diet of Pupperoni treats, turkey slices, and cushings meds…and purloined cat food when I can get it.
Here I am today in my pink bed:
And here ago a year ago. Notice how much more Festively Plump I was back then:
I reached a high of nearly 28 pounds back in 2012. I was 26 pounds last Summer. Last weigh in at the vet, around Christmas, I was around 21.
I hope it’s not related to my Cushings or something else serious.
Just got home. I weighed in at 19.9 pounds, which is the least I’ve weighed since I was a young pup back in 2001. So, hoomans asked for an appointment and they said a Dr. Pokey was free if we wanted to see one now.
So I saw Pokey. She took some blood out of my right front leg, and I screamed like a little school girl Scottie. So she then took it out of my left front leg, and I was fine with that. She felt my lymph nodes, and said they felt bigger than normal.
So then we waited about a half hour. Ainsley was out in the van, so hoomans brought her in. Out came Dr. Pokey and a second Dr. Pokey, and they said my red blood level is only 18%…it should be something like 37%. It was 34% in November. And some other levels…a liver, maybe a kidney…was really high. She said that, and because of my lymph nodes, points to Lymphoma to her.
She said to be sure, I’d need to go VCA in Aurora, Illinois.
She said she would normally treat me with steroids, but I can’t have steroids, because I’m a Cushings Dog.
She said my options were to eat canned prescription food, sprinkle some powder on it that will make me feel better, give me an appetite stimulator…and that might give me more time of being comfortable.
Or, go to VCA, and if they did chemo on me, I might get a year. Maybe.
We don’t know what we are going to do. Hoomans don’t want to put me through a lot of vet stuff, since even best case, I am a very old Scottie. But at the same time, we don’t want to not do something we might regret.
Boy – I sure was hoping to make it to May when I turn 14, and my friend Penny’s hoomans are coming to visit me all the way from Australia. But at least the canned food sure is tasty.
Here I am eating my canned food this afternoon. Ainsley is trying to test my zone of hostility (which has pretty much gone to nothing since I’ve been feeling poorly), and even the cats are lurking about. But I ate it all.
UPDATE: 5:15 PM
Hooman called VCA in Aurora. I’m seeing an oncologist Monday at 9 am.