We were to go away Friday a 4 hr. trip to a college interview for Frankie, in Grove City. She didn't seem improved so I called to take her up for the blood work Thursday. It came back that she had panceatitis. She was put on a strict diet, and Antibiotics and was to go back in 7 days for more blood work. Friday she seemed perky and improved so we went (just overnight, planning to be back Sat afternoon).
. We left at 3pm Friday, and she was fine. Saturday at 11 am our friend and neighbor, Ralph, who was taking care of her called and said she was fine Friday evening, but wouldn't eat the morning meal and wouldn't go out. We assumed she was just pouting and didn't think much of it for we would be leaving to head home in 2 hrs.
We got another call at 1pm just as we were preparing to head home. Ralph called our Keri, he was going over to the house every hour from 7am and felt things were getting worse. Keri went over to find she couldn't walk, she tried but collapsed. We told her to go straight to the ER with her.
We recieved one call after the other, each with worse news. She was bleeding internally, she was anemeic, and limp as a rag doll. They did an ultra sound and determined a tumor had erupted and was bleeding into her abdomen. They withdrew fluid from her abdomen and it was all blood.The vet said 75% of the time these tumors were cancerous and it was a cancer of the blood vessels. I cannot remember the type of tumor she named. She said many times if they open a dog up in these situations they find a belly full of cancer and have to call to put the dog down. If she survived she would have to undergo kemo, and 75% of the time it reoccurs aggressively. The surgery would only give her 3-6 months if that.
I asked if she could keep her comfortable til we got there and she said she would try but she was in very bad condition, and couldn't promise us anything.
The Lord was kind and 4.5 hours later we arrived to find she was still alive. We had about 40 minutes with her. She recognized us and wagged her tail when they carried her in. They had disconnected her from the IV to see us, and in that time we could see her breathing going down hill again. We decided to let her go.
We brought her home, and the next day Frank built her the most beautiful box and we lined it in felt batting, wrapped her in a a new red fleece (a gift from our Keri's family) and placed her with her favorite red ball and bone in the back yard. Her very favorite place to be.
There is truly a great big whole in our hearts and our home.
"Rainbow Bridge". They were the best of friends.