Things got worse, so I took Grace to the vet. They took poop and blood samples, charged me over $300, sent me home with some antibiotics and a bag of prescription dog food that my dog absolutely refuses to eat. Grace is basically acting like a petulant teenager on a hunger strike.
I mean, yeah, she's getting older, but the blood test shows that she's actually in pretty good shape. The vet did find some sort of imbalance in her poo, and that's why she's on antibiotics, but there's nothing that is physically wrong with her to explain her brooding behavior.
It would seem my dog is just resentfully bored.
I ordered her a bottle of St. John's Wort, and we're taking more hikes at Caesar Creek.
We had to go back to the vet today. Grace developed a really bad limp. She seemed fine when I left for work this morning, but when I got home she was noticeably tender in her right front leg.
I got her in to see the vet and now the suspected prognosis is not good. With all that's been going on in the recent history, the pieces are starting to fall into place. We may be dealing with an aggressive osteosarcoma, and there's not really a whole lot that can be done about that. She has another appointment for x-rays in the morning, and the vet sent home some pain meds to get Grace through the night.
It looks like I'll be the one taking the St. John's Wort now.
I'll keep you posted.
Grace is on tramadol and gabapentin right now. The limp is gone, but now she won't stop with the lengthy spells of rapid, heavy breathing, and she seems very distressed about something.
OK, so some "good" news. The x-ray ruled out osteosarcoma. Turns out she has a bone spur on her shoulder, not cancer. They still need more x-rays because there's something up with the lungs, liver, and spleen. The vet is stumped, I'm exhausted, and none of this is making sense. After the additional x-rays tomorrow, I'm being referred to a veterinary interni$t for a consultation.
Grace still doesn't want to eat that kibble the vet sent home, but if I mix it with some chopped up chicken, she'll eat the chicken and a few bits of the kibble sneak in there. That's the other good news: She's eating again.
So while it's a relief to know it's not "bone cancer", we're not out of the woods just yet. I'll keep posting updates as I learn more.
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