September 19th 2013 7:18 pm
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Like the old song says, "1,2,3, Look at Mr. Lee...." Well, I'm still around, taking all my heart medicines like the good little guy I am. Looking handsome as always. Had another medical drama called a "corneal ulcer" in my left eye....but after wearing that hideous cone for a week and having my faithful nurse Mom put all these drops and ointments in the eye for over 10 days now....we think we're on a healing path!
Mom thought she'd retired from nursing this year....ha! Now I have my very own private duty nurse on call, 24/7. Great nurse, too. Gives me treats when I'm good, which is all the time. OK, so the treats are small pieces of kibble...but food is food!
Mom worries alot about me and gets sad sometimes, like when she hears me cough...but both of us are thankful for each day that we have together. It's the only way to fly!
May 11th 2013 8:13 pm
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A little over a year ago, mom noticed I wasn't myself. Nothing specific....just not "myself." The vet was astonished as she listened to my heart, just one of the many things she checked. For the first time, she heard a murmur. She listens to my heart every time I go in to see her for anything....she was very surprised. She told my mom it was awesome that mom "picked it up". Vet said it wasn't a big deal, it was a Grade II to III murmur. She put me on one Enalapril pill once a day. Mom somehow got the idea after a while when I was my old self, that this wasn't a big deal after all.
Fast forward to April 1 2013. Mom thought I had been quiet and not myself for several weeks. Sleeping alot. The vet drew some blood and said one of my liver enzymes was elevated and put me on Denosyl. Two months, enzyme back to normal. One month later, there I was at the vets again. Coughing some, really feeling tired and crummy. Different vet as ours was not there today. She took an x ray of my heart & lungs, after listening for a long time to my heart & lungs. She went back and brought my mom in to see the x ray. Not a pretty picture. Usually, having a big heart is a compliment.
Not in this case. My heart was huge, and I had some fluid in my lungs. This vet put me on Lasix for that and more Enalapril. She said my murmur had progressed to a Grade IV....that I had "mitral insufficiency" which is a polite way of saying I have congestive heart failure.
I did ok for two weeks on the new meds....and then took a major nose dive. Mom thought this was it. So did I. I was so sick. Our regular vet did another x ray and said my lungs were full of fluid...showed my mom (who is a nurse and knows basic x ray stuff). I felt so badly I wouldn't even let my mom give me the new medicine, Vetmedin, that my doc said I needed. Mom wouldn't take no for an answer...she crushed the pill, dissolved it in warm chicken broth, put it in a dropper, and squirted it into the corner of my mouth til the broth was all gone. UGH, tasted awful.
Long story short, that Vetmedin pill has done what my mom said it would do....saved my life, at least for now. My vet said the heart issue has progressed very "rapidly" which concerned her. She also said after I'd had the magic medicine, that she was "pleased with" my progress and that I was now "compensated."
Mom is hanging in....most days. She and I have always been close...she's retired now so she can spend more time with me. I feel pretty good most days but mom is careful to watch me walking out in the warmer weather...she doesn't let me rough house with Princess Pookie...but she gives me extra love and lots of belly rubs. Please, my friends, keep me in your prayers...and Mom too.
October 26th 2011 6:38 pm
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Well, mom's latest effort to calm me down while she is out at church, or the store, or the post office, or whatever....this
silly "thunder shirt." Yeah, I know it's a cool looking wrap, matches my coloring....but it won't make me happy when she's away from me. She's tried so hard, done so much, that maybe I gotta rethink some of the naughty stuff I do when she's not here....like getting on the coffee table and scratching the finish....like trashing her office area (I love those filled wastebaskets!), or shredding carpet if I accidentally get closed in a room....or worst, leaving poop on the carpet. When she comes home I leap, I "talk" and whine, and pant....this way she has to give me a treat to calm me right down.
Poor Mom....I have her in the middle of my cute little paws.....
but she still goes out.
Sigh. Maybe I need to up the ante? Naw.........