Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Bernie

There seemed to be an illness sweeping through the dog population at our (my sister's) house. First Meathead was vomiting, then my dog Tank was, and then Bernie. Except Bernie didn't seem to be recovering as fast as the others. So my sister dropped him off at the vet yesterday for tests and an I.V. since we figured he was probably dehydrated.

This morning she stopped back at the vet to get our cat, Spooky's, kidneys flushed (we just found out she's in renal failure and probably hyperthyroid) and the doctor told her that Bernie had an abdominal mass and was dying of cancer. My sister said to take radiographs, because that's what we do; we have to find out as much as possible before making any decisions. More than likely, Bernie will be euthanized today.

That's three dogs we've lost in one year, all to cancer. I just don't even know what to say. I haven't cried. I've just been numb all day. And my poor sister having to deal with this on her own. And I won't get to say goodbye. This vacation has been a nightmare.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

turtles, i'm sorry, that's so awful.
i don't have anything helpful to say, and it's rough being so far away from your dog and not being able to say goodbye.

turtle tracks said...

Thanks, jan. Fortunately, after the radiographs, the vet was able to rule out cancer. Bernie actually had "bones or rocks" in his intestine. We told the vet that, since we were vegan, it was probably rocks.

Thank gad!