200 year-old house on 25 rocky acres in high country upstate NY and SO many highbush blueberries!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Desmond at the Vet
When I adopted an elderly dog from a rescue agency a year and a half ago, I knew that I'd have to sooner or later make the decisions that I made tonight. But I managed not to think about them, except to visualize the clarity I would feel, and give myself credit for giving this rescue dog a better life than he had had before.
Of course that's not how it worked at all. I came home from work to find Maggie outside the invisible fence (for the 3rd time in a row), and Desmond laying in the yard with blood drooling from his mouth and unable to get up. Of course I rushed Desmond to the vet, where we spent the rest of the evening. He has a baseball-sized cancerous tumor in his spleen that is bad, a lesion on his liver that may or may not be bad, and some bad teeth that need to come out.
I didn't learn that all at once though. I learned it in dribs and drabs, one expensive decision and test at a time over several hours. I've left him there for surgery to remove his spleen and the worst tooth tomorrow. If he makes it through that, we can think about the other teeth. This is different than I imagined it, but not worse. There was no clarity walking though the decisions that led me to leave him for surgery. But there is clarity now. I'm doing the right thing for this member of my family - trying to make him better.