Two weeks after the hospital

I went back to the doctor's office two weeks after my long stay at the hospital. I was terrified when Mom called my name with her car keys in hand. I tried not to move, I didn't want to go back there. Mom grabbed the leash, and for the first time I darted away from her. I danced back and forth, trying to avoid the leash, but she hooked my collar. Dread filled my entire being, I was scared that I might not come home with Mom again. I laid down in the back seat, quietly, expecting the worst. When we got to the clinic, I nervously circled Mom. She weighed me, and I went into the lab with her as she turned on all the equipment. The doctor came in and stopped to greet me. I wagged my tail nub and pointed my nose toward him so he would pet me. He did, he scratched my head and ears, and asked me how I was doing. Mom said I wasn't having any accidents in the house and was acting normal, and I felt very proud of myself. The doctor was anxious to see my lab results, so off I went into a kennel until I surrendered blood and urine for the humans. My mom looked over my results and her heart sank. The doctor glimpsed the results and let out a sinking whistle. "Boy, he is sure losing a ton of protein," he said. My albumin and total protein are both low and my cholesterol is creeping up. The amount of protein is astonishingly high in my urine. I am losing protein in my pee, my kidneys aren't filtering it. Everything points to glomerular disease. This is not the greatest of news and Mom seemed sad. But, I was so happy I got to come home that I forgot all about it.

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