We love our dogs, and we lost another one. Our one Golden seemed to be panting more then usual and had some unusual sounds occasionaly. Followed by a loss of appetite. A vet visit showed a slightly unusual blood workup and possible lung infection (X-rays).
An antibiotic treatment along with some other meds to help keep her hydrated.
A week later with a follow-up visit showed a less then promising new chest X-ray. We made an immediate appointment with the specialist.
There is a fungal infection (can't remember the name now) that dogs tend to get in certain areas of the Northeast, and we had been camping in most of these areas!
Kind of sucks to think we started camping just so we could take our animals with us when we travel, and now that same pastime might have made our girl sick.
The follow up at the next hospital had us see a rather crude and short cardiologist. Didn’t know why we had to see a cardo anyway, we wanted the pulmonary specialist.
Anyway, he digitizes the x-rays from our vet, looks at them and comes in and tells us “your dog has lung cancer and she is going to die”
Talk about getting hit with a bat.
The oncologist was much better and more in tune with us. Our girl had metastatic lung cancer (cancer that came from somewhere else in the body). It is always terminal in dogs. Treatment was considered and we opted for a relatively new low dose chemo program and some meds to help her appetite.
We took her home and overnight she went downhill really hard.
We opted not to treat with chemo and do the hardest thing we as pet lovers have to do. We went back to our local vet and to the staff that loved her as well.
Misty was acquired shortly after 9-11, and her registered name is “Misty – 9-11 Angels In Our Midst”, named after the brothers lost that day,
We lost her on 09/08. Her rescue sister, Molly is beside herself now. These two girls, although at one time tried to take each other out, were inseparable.
Every year since she was 9 months old Misty has gone to Goldstock, a Labor Day weekend dog camp to raise money for rescue. The girls always have a blast, a campground with dogs everywhere running like nuts, tennis balls everywhere you look, a big lake to swim in – grass to run through.
Deb didn’t want to go with her being sick, but what better memories for us and the dogs then going to their favorite place?
The picture below is from her first year when she made the papers and this year.
9 months old and 9 years old.
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