We went to MSU with a diagnosis of "chronic", but they redid the tests and came up with more bigger cells, and a belief that he is on the verge of a "blast crisis." This necessitates much more aggressive "therapy"..............
I let them give him vincristine (which *must* be given iv as it is so toxic it will kill any tissue it rests against), and they sent me home with cytoxin and prednisone.
I ask you, why would you want to feed your dog something named "toxin" that you must handle only with gloves? It took me two days to work up to giving him any. :-(
I think Monday may be exactly the second time I've been on Michigan State's campus.
A river runs through it.
The Red Cedar is soothing, and I needed some soothing....................
Pleased to get this bug shot. I was actually about 5' away from the it, snapping away. The camera did all the focusing. All the shots were in focus except one, but there was more reflection on the water in the other shots. I chose this one for the quiet background. Love the metalic turquoise color and I like the shadow......
This squirrel is considerably smaller than Ann Arbor squirrels. Maybe it's a young one. It's about half the size of adult squirrels in our back yard.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
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Hey girl, did you know that the Queen of England cross breeds her corgis with her dachshunds? That means we're practically related!
So sorry that your doggie is sick. Don't really know what I can say that will give you comfort. It's hard to know that something innocent is suffering.
Thinking about you and the short-dog. (Corgis, Bassetts and Doxies are our favorites: half a dog tall, two and a half dogs long...and around!)
xoxoxo cheryl
Thanks, Cheryl. I hate that we can't explain to him why all these awful things are happening to him.....
I did know about the queen and her dorgis, and agree we are practically related.
Thanks for the good thoughts and for the visit.
Poor old dog, and poor you. But I believe that he knows that you love him and he trusts you, and that if you want him to something unpleasant it's for a good reason.
We protect them from what we can, and, when we can't, we take care of them.
It's always interesting to me that when I tell vets that Buzz doesn't like something, they always ask if he will bite. It must not be that uncommon.
No, he won't bite, and no, he won't fight (vigorously struggle), but who *would* like having their temp taken anally? Let alone getting stabbed and stabbed and stabbed again........
He allows things to happen without more disagreement than, say, trying to sit down when they're taking his temp. He is resigned that people will do awful things to him sometimes.
Sigh.
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