WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS

(This is Griffin, 6 years ago)

 

Just a post to update.

I wasn't going to write about this originally.

I didn't want people to dread coming to my blog.

But.... the next day after losing Horton, I found a tumor in Griffin's mouth.

It was on his lip and also on the floor of his mouth.

Everyone I talked to at work and all my friends and family said that if he's still eating and active, to leave it be.

He's "at least 15" years old.

I say that because when I rescued him 12 years ago, I was told he was "at least 3"...

So, he's probably older.

I didn't even think about surgery to remove it because he "died" on the surgery table during a dental a few years back.

Doc and his tech (who's a good friend of mine) worked like crazy to bring him back.

His "numbers" were good before the surgery so there really wasn't a good reason except he just doesn't handle anesthesia very well.

Then there's the fact that my niece who called Horton "her cat" loves Griffin the most out of all my dogs.

She was 5 when I brought him home and she's grown up with him.

She knows he is old and that he's confused most days, in fact I'm sure he doesn't even know who I am anymore.

I will walk in to the room, he looks startled and runs away from me.

I call his name and he stares at me.

But he eats, in fact he's chubby and he "runs" rather than walks.

So I planned to leave it be. Like the big lump (the size of  my palm) he's had on his chest for the last few years.

Then I came home tonight and as I walked into the house I smelled "blood".

In the laundry it looked like someone had been murdered.

There was just so much it.

I quickly called work since I knew they were closing. (it took me 3 tries, I was shaking so bad.)

The Office manager said Doc would wait until we got there.

So Griff and I drove through rush hour traffic and it took forever.

Doc had to cut the hair away from his mouth that was clotted with blood.

Somehow Griffin had broken the tumor open.

Doc said it was Bad, and that it felt like it was into the bone.

Most likely Bone Cancer.

I told him that Griffin is over 15 and I also said he was my niece's favorite dog.

Doc wants to do surgery on Monday, unless it starts bleeding tomorrow and then he will come in special and do emergency surgery.

I reminded him of the past problems Griffin's had with anesthesia and he said not to worry. He said that "I'm REALLY good."

Then he said we will keep him on pain meds afterwards and he has other plans for keeping him alive and happy for as long as possible.

I do know that he's a really good vet, I'm not doubting that but....

We could use all the positive energy and healing thoughts you can spare.

Jeez, when it rains it pours.

(This is Griffin, last year)