It is Friday the best day of the week if your a Square Dog.
But not a gud Friday
The trip to the eye doctors was great.
His adrenaline levels are was down and that is good
but it means he has another drop that has to be given twice a day
beside the other drops and meds.
We got a last minute appointment for thehamish at his regular vet.
He has been slowing going down hill and not being his perky self.
The x rays were not good.
Enlarged liver, and his stomach is full of fluid.
His diabetes is off somewhat because of his not eating.
I am constantly watching for signs of elevated mineral levels.
His kidneys are already wonkey.
So I am now waiting of the blood work Friday morning
Vet = 2 hours
thehamish at the vets and not feeling great.
Blood work came back horrible. Everything is off the charts.
Have a 11 am appointment at the Veterinary Specialty Center.
Ultrasound, blood work, liver biopsy, gallbladder biopsy. Then there is the spleen,
brightly colored, with black spots. The specialists in over 30 years
have never ever seen anything like it.
Everything is sent out to the University for testing.
Results will be back Monday and Friday.
Poor little Hamish, he was lightly sedated for all the test but he is home with me.
New med (and his old ones ) plus a super bland diet of rice and chicken.
I have to watch him very close. Some of these meds are as bad as the problems
we are trying to fix, so I have to monitor him for any changes because as a
diabetic he is at increased risk.
Vet = 5 hours
Watson has been having more problems with his dementia.
He is getting more confused. But other times he is very puppy like
and enjoys his play time.
Last night he jumped off my bed and I could hear him walking
around the house like he used to do many years ago.
Doing his nightly check.
Then he came back to my bed and wined very softly. So at 3 am I let him outside.
He didn't really have to potty so I let him back inside.
I pick him up and put him on the bed.
Then I petted him and talked to him for a long time.
I don't know how much he can hear, being deaf
but I talk really close to his head and chest and hope he can feel it.
Last Saturday morning as I got up and let the dogs out,
I was feeling very sorry for myself.
I didn't want to get up and take care of The Square Ones.
Really just wanted to go back to sleep, I had a rough night and just wanted to sleep.
That is a luxury I haven't had for many years.
As I trudge to the door and let The Square Ones out, I check for the coyotes
that have been out around my home in their early morning rounds.
As The Boys go out and I get their food and medications ready.
I let them in and they wait by the door for the "such good boys" morning pets.
Hamish is on a scheduled for his diabetes, he has to eat at certain times
and then insulin shot plus the starting of the eye drops
I have to give him at different times of the day.
So here I am feeling super sorry for myself
and I look down at thehamish and he is just sitting waiting
for me to give him his shot, eye drops and pills.
As I look at him all and wonder why does he look so sweet ?
Everyday I scrunch up the nap of his neck (Two times a day) feeling for a space that doesn't have any scar tissue from all the shots.
Then I insert the needle for the insulin.
Next comes the eye drops and his pain medication.
As I look at him and wonder doesn't this hurt ?
I know it does.
Does he understand that the pain I give him is making he better and keep him alive ?
Why does he come when I call him for the eye drops he gets through out the day ?
And suddenly I don't feel so sorry for myself any more.
Happiness is indeed a warm puppy.
But later I do take a nap surrounded by the Square Ones.
Lens replacement surgery.
My sweet baby boy.
Nothing keeps him down for long.
Helping with his laundry.
Such hard work
Singer of songs
Here he is cuddling with Watson who takes very good care of thehamish.
And lets him squish in when there is really only room for one.