Cash is doing better now. We brought him to the vet yesterday and had one of the techs show us how to properly bandage him. It really made a huge difference. I’ve been pretty stressed out over everything that has been happening with Cash. I’ve had him since he was 6 months old and now he’s 11 years old. I worry a lot. But I can tell that he’s finally feeling a little better because he picked up and chewed on his bone/toy for a bit. This is the first time he’s done that since his surgery last Thursday.
I got a lot of stuff done today including a therapy appointment, blood work, and grocery shopping. My husband stayed home with the dog while I was out. I don’t want to leave the dog alone, just in case he starts bleeding again. We went to play cards at my mother-in-law’s house yesterday and we brought Cash with us because we didn’t want to leave him at home by himself. I’m really glad we brought him because he bled through his bandages twice in just a few hours. Things are finally starting to look up.
I tried not to go to the emergency vet visit, but I ended up having no choice. When I went to go check on Cash, there was another puddle of blood in his bed. This time, I was having a hard time controlling the bleeding. I did my best to wrap him up and bring him to the emergency vet. Of course, by the time we got there the bleeding had stopped. However, according to the vet, the bleeding would have started again the next time he went to lay down. Because this incision was on his chest/belly, gravity was causing fluid to fill where the lump used to be and it would keep bleeding because there was too much pressure. Luckily he didn’t need to have a drain put in. He’s now on antibiotics and has the most adorable bandage that makes him look like a superhero dog. I will have to change his bandages tonight and probably once or twice a day after that for a while. I’ll call my regular vet’s office tomorrow and let them know what happened. I’m so glad he’s okay. I freaked out when I was trying to gather everything to get him to the vet. Good thing my husband stays calm.
I woke up this morning to a puddle of blood in Cash’s dog bed. It freaked me out, but at least the blood is dry. I found the incision where it’s coming from and it appears to have stopped or at least slowed down to almost nothing. Of course this happens on a Sunday when my vet’s office is closed. They do have an emergency office I could bring him to if necessary, but I think he’s okay for now since the bleeding stopped. He doesn’t seem to be in any pain right now. I’ll call my vet’s office tomorrow and let them know what happened and see what they want to do about it.
The vet’s office called and told me to stop by and pick up some pain medication for him, which I did immediately. My husband also mentioned inflatable e-collars, which I did not know they have. The regular plastic e-collars are so difficult for both humans and dogs. The inflatable ones are awesome!
Cash can now lay down and get somewhat comfortable. The pain meds are helping, but I know he’s still sore. I’m starting to feel a little better. I’ve been so anxious, worried, overwhelmed, and afraid for the past couple of days. All of that is finally starting to subside so I can be anxious and overwhelmed about my everyday life again.
I just dropped Cash off at the vet for his surgery. We found even more lumps on him during his intake. The tech said that the vet will look him over again to make sure they get all of the lumps. He will be coming home today with an e-collar and stitches all over the place. They will also be trimming his nails to make it harder for him to scratch the incisions. I’m worried about him. I’m sure he’ll be okay, but I can’t wait to get that phone call from the vet saying he’s all done. Until then, I’m going to be keeping myself busy to make the time go faster. I’ll let you know how he’s doing when I know.
My dog, Cash, has an appointment at the vet today for grooming and shots. He’s 11 years old now, so we’re seeing some changes in his capabilities. He was so excited to go on a car ride. I opened the door for him and he jumped in like he always does; however, this time he didn’t make it all the way in. I was able to pick up his hips and help him in the car. Luckily, he didn’t get hurt. This is the first time he wasn’t able to jump into the car. It’s sad and worrisome. I won’t be able to pick him up every time. He’s 88 pounds, which is a lot to carry. This is probably the beginning of some of the problems that senior dogs encounter. It was so hard to watch that happen, but I knew it would be coming soon.