Removing a Growth

Being 10, Honey is a senior dog. About 4 months ago, Honey went to the vet for her six-month checkup, and the vet discovered a growth on her right front leg. After doing a quick little biopsy, the vet recommended that we remove the growth.

I was finally able to get her to the vet on Friday. I dropped her off in the morning, and the last thing I saw was her little face with this "You're leaving me here?" look on her face. Since I had to work and my roommate was home for the day, he took care of all the calls that came from the vet, including, but not limited to putting in a catherer. Her liver enzyme levels were off, and the vet didn't want to overtax her liver.

Ron picked up Honey around 3:00 p.m., and from what Ron told me, Honey moved about the house, looking for something. She finally went to her little bed and laid down to sleep.

When I got home from work, Honey went from dead sleep to full "Hello Daddy!" mode in no time flat. She ran over to me and whined and whined, instead of her usual barks. She showed me her front legs, on which there were two bandages (one for the IV line, and the other one where growth was removed). I petted her, hugged her, and showered with reassurance . . . letting her know that everything would be OK. After much hugging and loving, Honey proceeded to get in her little bed, and slept most of the rest of the afternoon and evening. She was still pretty out of it.

On Saturday, I tried to get her to drink water, as she had had none on Friday. She had a few gulps, and ate a few treats, but that was it. She spent most of the day in bed again.

By the evening, she was definitely much better. After I did her daily brushing, she thanked me profusely, laid in her little bed, and sighed . . . her first real sigh since Thursday night.

All is well again.