The World’s Toughest Dachshund and the Light of My Life! February 24, 2010
Posted by katie @ k.c.i.d. in Uncategorized.3 comments
FUCK YOU
So I gotta ask whoever reads this silly little blog for a favor… Some of you may have read a post from a few weeks ago entitled “Christmas Day – Another Spent in the Animal ER”. If you did read it, you know #1) how amazingly cute my little dachshund Baron is, #2 that despite my overprotective efforts, he has had a pretty crappy run of luck in his six years of life, and #3) I literally love this dog more than I could love a human baby. He is my BOY and I absolutely adore him and would do anything to make his little dachshund life better. So naturally when the vet said that he needed a teeth cleaning during his yearly exam last week, I immediately set up the appointment.
Today was the day. I was so so so nervous because not only was the little boy getting his teeth cleaned, but he also had to have 4 lumps removed – two lipomas from his chest and one skin tag from his heel (all no biggie) and then one mass between the first two toes on his right front foot (this one I knew was going to be a little more involved).
Long story short, I got the boy all settled in and the doctor and technician began the procedure. It wasn’t but a few minutes later when the doctor called me back to the operation table with this AWFUL look on her face. She then asked me how old Baron is and I told her he was six. And she looked back down at his mouth and said that she had something she needed to show me. It was a lump on the underside of the back of his tongue and the doctor said, “it’s some kind of cancer” or “it might be cancer”… blah blah blah – all I know is whatever the hell she said ended with the big C-word. And I freakin’ LOST it. I mean hysterics. The big C is not a word we just casually toss around and I couldn’t really handle it. And I still can’t.
By the sheer grace of God I managed to suck it up and dry my tears up enough to do two appointments and I got back to the surgery table just as the doctor was finishing up the last lumpectomy. As soon as Baron started coming out from under the anesthesia he started crying. Just crying out in pain. I have never heard him cry like that – out of any of the horrible injuries that he’s had, he’s never cried. It just shattered my heart to hear him in such pain… I waited until he woke up a little bit more and then I made us a pallet in the back of the hospital and layed on the floor with him. And I’ll just be damned if my tiny little boy, still wobbly from the anesthesia, with a million Frankenstein stitches in his chest, stitches on his heel, two holes in his mouth, and a front right foot that is completely bandaged, didn’t try to army crawl his way under the cages to scarf up a few wayward pieces of dog food. TELL ME my pup is not a fighter?! I don’t freakin’ think so. He’s the toughest little man I’ve ever seen and I am so proud of him!
I finally got him home and he seems to be resting comfortably now. I had him set up in the corner of the sofa, but he crawled over to me as soon as I sat down and has been snuggled up in my lap ever since. And as long as he is comfortable, I don’t plan on moving. I can no longer feel either one of my feet, and I really have to go to the bathroom, but I refuse to move and disturb him and these sofa cushions ARE reversible…
Anyway, the lovely specimens pictured above were sent out for histopathology tonight and the results will take a few days. Waiting is NOT my favorite, especially when it comes to something this serious – and ESPECIALLY when it comes to my Baron - but we’ll just have to hang in there and figure out the plan of attack as soon as the results roll in. So until then, if you all would be so kind – please say a prayer for the world’s toughest dachshund.
sweet boy had a shitty day
