The patchworking is very theraputic today. I await the phone call to see how my eleven year old little yellow lab mix named Luau, fared at the surgery to diagnose her anal tumor. We do not know if it is cancerous or perhaps just an infected anal gland. The growth is the size of a golf ball and very hard. Luau has been having a very difficult time passing her stools for about 2 or 3 weeks, but I did not understand why. Perhaps I should have gotten her to the vet sooner. I did learn that dogs can benefit from a Metamucil-type of preparation if it is sprinkled into their kibble and mixed with water.
The waiting and not knowing is hard.
Thank you so much for your support, it means a lot right now. It is an inoperable cancer that will take her life. She is not yet in pain, so I have chosen to bring her home for a few weeks of last swims in the lake, lots of bologna treats, and tons of cuddling before I take her back to be put to sleep peacefully. I owe her that.
All our life is only borrowed from God. I can just keep reminding myself that I had 11 wonderful years with Luau. It is hard to not be sad.