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.........
April 13th 2010 9:14 pm
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Oh boy. When my mom gets something in her head, lookout! Now she has decided that I am not a full blooded Shih Tzu, but a Shih Tzu/Lhasa Apso mix. Or somewhere down the recent line, I have some Lhasa in me. This Tzu breeder that was on a yahoo group with her told her years ago she thought I was part Lhasa. She said my skull conformation is very Lhasa.
Well all that kinda died down and Mom forgot it. Then while surfing around the good old Internet recently, she found a description of the Lhasa personality. OMG, she cried, that is Fluffy Lee to a "t" !! She says my natural cautious reserve is very Lhasa, and my easily hurt feelings (which I deal with by withdrawing when I am hurt or displeased) is just sooooooooo Lhasa. I tend to be a loner (except with Pookie) and am definitely a "one person dog" --
But so what? I'm not into stuff like purebred status and all that. I don't care what kind of genes I have. Just feed me and give me belly rubs and let me sleep in the bed at night and I'm one happy guy!
Mom is really reading all of that to find out how best to respond to my "unique personality" and to make me a happy boy.
Silly lady, mom. Her love is all I need to be a happy boy, and I already have that.
Beside, Pookie the Princess is all the royalty we need in this family, lol!