Thursday, 4 June 2009

Perhaps sometimes

... stories can have happy endings.

Moose is now 5 1/2 kilos lighter.
No, not pounds. Kilos!

He wobbled onto his feet when I went to see him, but is still very dopey, which is not surprising. But despite the drugs and the huge wound, he looks better and more like himself than he did yesterday when they had to give him a blood transfusion.

Assuming he recovers from the anaesthetic OK, we still have to wait for the biopsy result. The vet is cautiously optimistic, though; she said that if a tumour of that size were malignant, she would have expected it to have spread to other organs - which it hadn't appeared to have done.

I'm trying not to get my hopes up too far as there is still much that can go wrong. But if all goes well, I might even have him home tomorrow night.


  1. Congratulations, J and Moose!!!!! I am so pleased that the vet was able to remove the tumour.
    I understand your fear of the possibility of losing your faithful companion after losing your husband. I had to put down my 15 year old german shepherd, Eli, five months after my husband died. I still occasionally call out for him in the evening when bringing in our other dog....

  2. Thank you for understanding. It shocked me just how distraught the thought of losing the dog made me - it felt as though I was about to lose yet another link with R.
    Anyway, the patient is doing very well. He is eating like there's no tomorrow and we even managed a short walk this evening!