On
Thursday, something felt wrong. Very, very wrong. I had gone for my
first "senior visit" at my local vet last Saturday where they found a
large mass in my abdomen. That wasn't fun, but we had scheduled an
ultrasound and biopsy thinking that surgery was a very real possibility.
Well yes, yes it was.
Just
a lot sooner than expected when my belly decided early on Thursday
morning to start trouble. So mama packed me off to Penn Veterinary
Hospital's emergency clinic. I've been here before when I had that
super-hard poop, and they were nice to me then (except for those fingers
up my butt, I won't ever forgive you guys for that) so I kissed mama
and went off to get my treatment.
Surgery
is always scary. Emergency surgery requires that you are in the most
skilled hands, and we have the utmost confidence in the doctors and
nurses at Penn. Mama spent the day crying and worrying about me, I
spent the day looped out of my mind on painkillers and anaesthesia. At
the end of the day I had a tremendous tumor removed along with my spleen
and I was ready to sleep.
When
I woke up the next day, I wanted out. Not that I wasn't appreciative,
but I wanted to be home. The fine folks at Penn had made only one
mistake - trying to feed me something called "dog food". If it comes
out of a can, it doesn't go into this man, cause I only eat mama's home
cooking. So the doctor called mama and told them about my plight and
she rushed over with some chicken soup and treats. I was just so glad
to see her I didn't eat much, but licked a little broth to let her know
that I meant business about getting the hell outa Dodge.
It
worked. On Saturday she came with my pal Astro's mama, Deb to spring
me from the joint. Oh how happy I was to see her, even happier once I
realized that we were heading home!! There is nothing in the world like
your own bed, nothing. Even with my skimpy new hairdo I managed to
move the pillows around to my liking and head off to dreamland.
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
Love,
Bogart
