Part Two of catching up finds a few more white hairs on my
head and, after this, I'm surprised there are any more red ones.
As we do every year after the reunion trip, we visited the
vet for your annual vaccines and a check-up.
You had a few little bumps I wanted checked out, and we needed to make
sure your shoulders were still in good shape.
On that Friday afternoon, the little bump I wanted to show
the doctor was gone but, in looking for it, I found one on your side that
hadn't been there before! Considering
all the time I spend with my hands on you, I wouldn't have missed this one if
it had been there for long. The vet
didn't like it either so she sent in a needle biopsy of it.
Four very long days later on Tuesday afternoon, that obscene
six-letter word made my stomach sink.
Cancer. The vet wouldn't know its
depth until she could operate, but it was serious and needed to get taken care
of right now. Blood work on Wednesday
preceded surgery on Thursday.
There's no debating that prayer is powerful! When we dropped you off at the animal
hospital, I fully expected to dissolve into tears in the van, but I
didn't! Trusting the hospital staff's promise to call if anything went wrong, I actually went home and took a
good long nap. The peace throughout this
whole ordeal was incredible, especially the way I always worry about everything! I awoke to an
e-mail from the vet with attached pictures of you about one hour post-op, so I
could see for myself you were all right.
And in just a couple of minutes, I talked to the doctor and you were
cleared to go home anytime, with thirteen staples closing up your six-inch
You did amazingly well all weekend. I kept you quiet and resting all weekend with
your fox and your blanky but, after those few days, you were acting like
nothing ever happened!
The best news came on Tuesday morning ... the pathology
report came back. Yep, the vet got all
I really worried this might end your career as a service dog
but, after only a few days, I knew you'd still be going at it. It was hard to keep you down. You were ready to play and couldn't
understand why I wouldn't let you.
Finally, yesterday, only four weeks after diagnosis, just three
and a half weeks after surgery, you were back in harness and out for a
three-hour work. Granted, it was nothing
strenuous, but still downright amazing!
As an incidental bonus, I didn't even have to shave your hair or
trim it back. No one would even see your
boo-boo unless they're looking for it.
Guess that's one of the benefits of being a long-haired dog.
You and I had so many prayers going up for us,
Sophie, and we felt and experienced ... and so immensely appreciated ... each
one. Truly, we came through this on