Cat Napping- I love Flickr.

Well, I am sitting here waiting on a dog to come in, sounds like end-stage heartworm disease, and surfing around flickr. So I decided to search for cat napping. I know pets miss out out on all the fun stuff- like going to the movies, drinking moo-lattes, riding roller coasters, etc.- but there is something so peaceful about watching them nap, that I don't think they care about all the fun stuff.

I found these specimens. You can click on the photo and go to flickr where they were originally posted.

Cat Nap
Originally uploaded by Kyle Kesselring

cat nap
Originally uploaded by Deb Campbell

A Cat Nap
Originally uploaded by jimi_flix

Then there were the ones with people napping as well. I don't think they care about missing the fun stuff either.

3x cat nap ;)
Originally uploaded by wacek

Cat nap fow two!
Originally uploaded by Suburb Compatible

And my favorite one of All. This happens to me every time I try to read Easy PC Fixes as well.


English Shepherd Puppies

This crew of 8 came in yesterday for their puppy vaccines. (Don't adjust your monitors, there are only 3 of the 8 sitting on the table. Mom and the rest are in a big carrier off to the right.)

Jerk - that's really his name

First, thanks everyone for you comments, and emails over the past week. I appreciate it more than you know.

This little guy came in for his puppy shot a few minutes ago. A pomeranian- chihuahua puppy that is a bout 9 weeks old. 3 lbs. He strangely wanted to drink the dewormer. Right out of the quart jug.


A Sad Day

Eldorado Arts publishes a line of veterinary client cards. Greeting cards and check-up reminder cards.

And there is one, with a sentiment, that says volumes.

"In their short lives
our pets give us all they can . . .
their friendship, unselfish love,
and total loyalty.

There comes a time
when we must give back to them . . .
their freedom, their peace,
and their dignity. "

I had to keep reminding myself that as I had to say goodbye to Mr. Jethro on Friday night.

I did consider not posting this on my blog. I am not emailing this post out like with some posts. No one likes reading sad news. It's the same issue that every pet owner has to deal with, and I'm no different. But there are a few clients who read my blog, and when they come in they are going to know that something is amiss. And the less questions I have to answers, the less I have to explain, probably the better for me, and the faster I can get over all this. That's why I am posting this here.

Before Jethro, there was Jezabelle.

The sweetest little pit bull mix picked up by the pound truck. I almost put her to sleep when the pound brought her in, as I was told to. But she went through a few owners, and came back to the hospital. So, I took that as a sign that it was meant to be.

I had to put her to sleep back in 1999. And I said then,"I think I can only officially have 1 dog at a time, as I can only put one to sleep every 10-15 years."
While the cats live at the hospital, there was a dog named Judy who lived there for awhile, and Daisy has been there for 3 years, I officially had 1 dog. And when I said 10-15, I really meant the 15 part. :)

And just so you know, I don't have a thing about names that start with a J. That's just how it worked out. Jethro's name was originally Bandit when he was a thrown away parvo puppy tied to a tree. But that didn't suit him. Jethro fit him to a T. He looked like a Jethro. He had the "smarts" like a Jethro.

So if you have been following along, Jethro was diagnosed with bladder cancer, transitional cell carcinoma, back in March. It's an inoperable location, through the neck of his bladder, down past the prostate and urethra, and treatment was an option- a daily of NSAIDs and a dose of chemotherapy every 3-4 weeks.
And that was fine. Jethro felt better from the NSAIDs, chemo didn't seem to bother him, he ate better and gained some weight. Eventually the tumor would probably grow and block his urethra sending him into kidney failure, but he was fine for the moment.

One chemo treatment to start with. Fine. Second chemo treatment went fine. I did the 3rd one myself here at the office, since the other 2 seemed okay and well tolerated.
I had a trip planned to an art show in Las Vegas. Leaving May 30 and returning June 3rd.

Monday night before I was to leave on Sat, he seemed painful while getting up. Tuesday was the same. He cried if you started to pet his head, but not everytime. He went back to the oncologist on Wednesday, to ultrasound his bladder, and to see if they could figure out what was making him painful. They looked at him, the neurologists looked at him, shot radiographs of his neck. The ultrasound showed that the tumor was about the same size, no bigger, no smaller. But they couldn't determine what was making him painful exactly, since it wasn't consistent.

They put him on pain meds, along with his other meds, and he seemed a little better on Thursday and Friday. I still was not sure if I was leaving town or not, until late Friday night. Since he was doing better, I went on my trip.

And he got worse on Saturday. The people looking after him got him back to the oncologist on Saturday night, they changed his meds and added another pain med. He was a little better on Monday, Tuesday, but it was his neck that was really giving him issues for some reason. I picked him up on Wednesay morning (June 3rd) after flying back from Las Vegas on the red eye flight back to Atlanta. (note- don't fly that flight unless it's absolutely necessary. There's a reason they call it they red eye.)

He got his 4th chemo treatment on June 6th. And his neck seemed a little better since he was heavily sedated for that and slept most of the afternoon.

There were 2 possible explanations for his neck pain. Either he injured it somehow, like a herniated disc, or he has a metastatic lesion there, either in the spinal canal or in the bone, from the bladder tumor. A neck injury might get better with cage rest, prednisone, and pain meds. A MRI would have been helpful to differentiate between the two, but they are $1500-2000.

While the pain meds helped his pain some, he still wasn't his old self and it became a quality of life issue. I even had his neck lasered twice to see if that would alleviate some of his discomfort in his neck. Not only was his neck sore, but now his back. Here was a dog that loved to go for a ride if he heard car keys rattling. Not anymore, he preferred to stay snuggled up on his bed. Used to dance around the office when certain clients or patients came in. Not anymore. So I knew he felt worse than he was letting on. And no amount of pain meds was going to change that.

So on Friday after work, I realized that I had to not be selfish and not let him suffer any longer. I gave him a shot of telazol, and sat with him while he drifted off into a surgical plane of anesthesia, before giving him euthanasia solution.

It's not an easy decision for anyone to make, and sometimes I have to help clients decide when it's time with their own pets. And sitting here, typing out this post, even after the fact, does make me feel better knowing it was the right thing to do.

Dear Jethro,
While I will miss you, I won't forget you. Thanks for hanging out with me for the past 9 1/2 years or so. Tell Ms. Jezabelle I said Hello.


I was snapping photos this past weekend

to avoid mowing grass. Here's Jethro chilling out on his pain meds.


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