The last month has been stressful for Ripley and us. She started to have problems going potty so we took her in again and they decided that she needed to have a hysterectomy because of the cancer. So they did and when they had her open they discovered that all of the growths that had been there before were gone. The only thing left was a single lump which had moved. According to the vet cancer doesn’t move. So he bioposied the lump (and her bladder which I’m not happy about) and finished the operation.
So the tests are back and she doesn’t have cancer. Yay! But now we don’t know what has been the problem for the last few months which means we were treating the wrong things! I’ve been giving her shots three times a week and I probably didn’t need to. Now because of the potty thing we need to give her subcutaneous fluids. More shots! Argh! I feel so bad for her because she doesn’t understand. All she knows is that it hurts. When we go to give her the shots she gives us this look like “why dad?’ It’s breaking my heart.
It would be so much easier if she acted sick. Except for the discomfort at the time she goes potty she is happy, perky, and loves to run around. And then I have to pick her up and give her a shot. She no longer likes me because of this which is also painful. I just want her to be happy. She’s so sweet and innocent.
