In March I wrote an article about The Story Behind the photo I use as my avatar. I wrote about the meaning of the feathery white angel wings and what they mean to me. I mentioned then that Brutus (Boo), our Great Pyrenees, had a very aggressive and rare form of cancer, but didn't go into details.
I can't remember the exact name of the cancer, but it is a very rapidly progressing one with an unfavorable prognosis. Boo had a 'bump' on his muzzle, under his eye. Thinking he had been stung by a bee or wasp, I gave him a low-dose steroid that we had on hand for his occasional hot spots. It went away for a few days. Then, it came back and the single bump had swollen to the point that it made his face look twisted, seemingly overnight.
So... this past Sunday when a swelling began on Pippi's (one of our cats) face, just under his eye, you can begin to imagine the awful things that were flooding my mind. By Monday it was a lot larger, and appeared to be growing by the moment. The first appointment available was for Tuesday morning. I made it through Monday (sick from worry) and we took him to see the vet. The initial thought from the vet was that it was a bad tooth, but they wouldn't know until they 'put him under' and could get a better look.
Luckily, the phone call I received around noon confirmed that it had indeed, been a bad tooth that was now gone! WHEW! MAJOR sigh of relief! He would be ready to come home after 5 p.m. I couldn't wait to see him! The swelling under his eye was an abscess full of...well, you get the picture...it was infected, that they were pretty sure came from the tooth issue.
I was NOT prepared for what I would have to do for the next two days! Although I have a medical background, I dealt with people -- different ballgame! (I could never work for a vet!) The vet begins to describe to me what I will need to do. Warning: If you have a weak stomach, you may not want to read much further! I must have looked thoroughly horrified, as he said, "Let's just go back here and I'll show you. I think you'll feel much better if you actually see the process." I wanted to say, 'REALLY?! You thought THIS would make me feel BETTER?!', but I didn't, as I was too busy trying to pay attention and not hit the floor, as I watched him pull apart the healing incision on Pip's cheek to 'drain' it! HOLY CANNOLI! He pulls it apart, which is bad enough. THEN he sticks a Q-Tip in there and... and I began sweating and I could tell I was glow in the dark pale! Pip did not make a sound! He didn't even seem to mind it at all!
Until we got home and it was MY turn that night before bed...then naturally, he sounded like I was trying to kill him and I ended up in tears! So... I walked away, regrouped, dug deep and said, 'I will do this!' I went back and even though he did object a little bit, we got through it! I am sure he knows I am helping him, and I know it has to feel better than it did before!
So, a high paw to Pippi for being the trooper he is!