Seasonal Allergies Gone Horribly Wrong…
No one could EVER possibly know how much our babies mean to us. Scruffy has been THE one consistent thing in my life my entire adulthood. She chose me right out of college. She was a stray puppy traveling the woods behind my pig’s pen alone, playing with the bugs 🐛, not a care in the world. She ran into my house. I didn’t know what she was. A little wild looking thing. I loved just the same if not more. Damn, I love this girl.
Fast forward to now. We moved about a week to a week and a half ago. She’s always suffered from anxiety— both social and separation. I just thought it was getting worse. Since the move she just hangs around in the closet. No interest in anything she previously enjoyed (or no energy for these things, rather). I noticed she sounded congested yesterday and had some nose flaring going on. It wasn’t long lived but concerning. Potential differential diagnoses in my mind: allergies, kennel cough, pneumonia.
Got to the vet. They say everything looks fine. Her breathing is fine now. No rhoncorous lung sounds. “She looks good but we can do the x-rays 🩻 if you want and start her on a daily anti-depressant/ anxiolytic.” Vet comes back. There was a finding. My baby has a tumor on her heart. Maaaaannnnnnn, I don’t know what to do. There’s never a right time but this is definitely too early. Never had to take a medicine. She’s been in perfect health up to this point. It sucks to say I’m sharing my last moment with her. How privileged I have been to share space with her on this earth. She is my favorite person, my everything. Damn, I never could have imagined in a million years man. How do I cope and care for her? I looked up the prognosis and it’s bad. Waiting to hear back from radiology and to see if there are any issues with her labs. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this girl more than life itself. 😭