Monday, December 19, 2005
Flounder had a vet appointment today and I had been dreading it. Both of his doggy parents had died of cancer, as had one sibling. A few months ago, I noticed a lump high on his side. It was the size of a big grape and moved freely beneath the skin. Uh oh...
I told the queen I did not want anyone to go with me to the vet, just in case it was bad news. If there were no witnesses, I could postpone bad news until some time in the future when it could not be avoided any longer.
This morning, Flounder got a bath, some treats, and then he and I piled into our recycled truck and drove the 15 miles into town. I rubbed his head a lot and he pressed up against me as we drove.
The vet office was quiet with the only other animals being the office cats, a pair of 3-legged felines that hangout on the counter. I have never seen them awake. Flounder was fascinated by these fearless cats and strained at his leash so he could reach his nose up to cat level and process the scent.
He turned, shivered, and looked at me as if to say, "Can't you see these cats? Shouldn't we be chasing them?"
A tug on the leash told him these cats were off limits. He sighed and lay at my feet, watching the twitching cat tail draped over the counter. I rubbed his big head. We waited.
Soon enough, they called us back. He hopped up on the scale, 74 lbs, same as last year. We could feed him ice cream and cake every day and he would not gain a pound. Into the exam room for a short wait.
In a while, Doc came in and as he examined, I mentioned the lump and Flounder's family history. He ran his hand over it.
"Feels more like a sebaceous cyst, I'll take a sample with a syringe and check it out"
So another short, worried wait...then the results.
" It's a cyst, should not be a problem, but monitor it for any size changes."
On the way home I took him through the Burger King drive thru for a Whopper of his own. I'm not sure he tasted it, but he sure seemed to enjoy it.
Posted by R.Powers at 6:34 PM