I wrote last week about Emmett and his lump, the tests that were being done, the hopes and fears we had for the outcome. On Monday night, our vet called with the news. "Cancer," she said. "A nerve sheath tumor." Those words, they ripped a hole in my chest. My heart shattered into a thousand shards that I can still feel stabbing me. Emmett, my puppy soulmate, the doggy love of my life, the boy who
Post-opp Emmett
Emmett's biopsy on Thursday went well. No complications, thanksfully, and the results should be back by Tuesday. Whenever either of the boys have to be anesthetized, we always joke that they stumble around like a couple of drunk monkeys. But this time around, Emmett took a really long time to fully come out of it. While we await the results, I thought I'd share some post-opp pics of
Lucas and the squeaker
We have gobs of dog toys. We have ropes and busy bones, Kongs and brand new Wubbas, balls and frisbees, and lots of things that started off as something new and shiny but now look like they're some sort of slobbery fabric-creature. The boys always have something to play with. They have indoor toys to play with and outdoor toys to play with. They have toys sprinkled around the house, ready for them
It’s been a wild week…
While we were on vacation, we noticed a little lump on Emmett's front right leg. It cropped up suddenly and was about the size and density of a grape. Of course we were worried, but it didn't seem to bother him. So as soon as we got back to Bloomington, we took him to the vet. The quick-and-dirty cell culture in the vet's office showed abnormal cells. Though she sent the culture off to a