My dog didn't die today.
She's been a little tired for a week or so, and putting on a bit of size
round her tummy, but I assumed it was simply that she was old and a bit
But when she had to take a rest at the bottom of out two, shallow back steps
before coming back inside yesterday morning, I felt I probably should take her
to see the vet. There was no sense of urgency, no panic. Just...
It'd probably be a good idea.
So I did.
The vet looked at her. She felt her tummy. She looked into her mouth and her
She asked if we had any rat poison around.
Then she said "It's probably a tumour... she'll need to stay with us
and have an x-ray and some blood tests"
At 5 o'clock she called me and said my dog would need to have surgery. That
she had a tumour growing on her spleen. That it was probably hemangiosarcoma
That she only had a 50/50 chance of coming out of it alive.
But she did.
Even though she is likely to only live less than one more year, I am glad
she's alive now, and that her last conscious time was not being locked in a cage
with no food and no water without the people around who love her and are meant
to make her happy.
I'm glad my dog isn't dead.
I hope she can die at home.