Nicknames: Duder Duder or Scooter Bug, Scoots, Scootie (given to me by my dogster pals!)
Birthday: March 13th 2004
Likes: FOOD, FOOD, FOOD! water and ice! playing with my squeaky stuffies!
Pet-Peeves: not getting ice or water when I want it! My brother barking in my face grrrrr
Favorite Toy: Anything that squeaks...she loves the round stuffies she can sink her teeth into...she squeaks them forever until they die! She also likes showing her octopus stuffy who's boss...hehehehehe.
Favorite Food: I don't really eat, I inhale. I eat any and everything! I can't say I have a favorite because I devour everything in one bite
Favorite Walk: Local Park with trails or anywhere that takes her near the rabbits and near food on the ground!
Best Tricks: My personal favorite is breaking toys or tearing out stuffing out of stuffed animals in record time. Oh and my mommy thinks it's cool that I can shake hands
Arrival Story: We got Scooter about one month after my other fur baby, Floppy died. I wasn't planning on getting a dog so quickly, but at the time I was researching the beagle breed. One of the breeders I talked to mentioned that Scooter's mom had given birth 10 weeks prior to 3 pups. Scooter's dad was a champion. I was nervous about getting another dog so quickly, but when I saw Scooter, I knew it would be okay.
Bio: I came into my mommys life when she needed me most. I left my brother, sister, my mom, and grandmother for a life with my two mommies. It's a two way street. I let them hug and kiss me whenever they need me and I give them my best beagle look whenever I want something (did I say I love water and ice?!)
Forums Motto: Power of the Paw for those who need it
Mom was not expecting this...well she sort of was. As you know from yesterday's post, I wasn't feeling great. Moms actually had a talk last night about letting me go in a few days. I was beginning to become more uncomfortable and Moms didn't want me to be in pain.
Today, mom touched base with the specialist because she wanted to know how my blood work looked from Sunday's visit. She also told the doctor I was feeling worse. Well, the specialist told mom that the blood work results that were sent over was not what she was looking for. She started talking about medical jargon, white blood cell count differentials and mom got lost. Mom asked if she could pick up some prescription pain medication so I would be comfy and the doctor asked if we could do blood work. So my other mama took me in.
The news was shocking. The doctor called mom to say I was very sick. She explained that I was hemorrhaging and bleeding a lot most likely from inside my bladder. We were not expecting that. The doctor told mom, "Scooter is not going to make it Thursday". Mom couldn't believe it because though I was uncomfortable, I ate my breakfast and treats. I was resting a bit but mom didn't think i was THAT sick.
Mom decided to call good ol Dr. Myers. See Dr. Myers is my very favorite doctor...in the whole wide world. She made my tail wag because she always gave me treats. I always ran in to see her. I know...how many run into the vet BOL!
Mom asked Dr. Myers to help me go to the bridge. She was off work but she came in...just for me...that meant more than you can know.
At 4:37pm, I left this world and I am in heaven. My passing was very peaceful and both my mommies and Dr. Myers were right there to see me go. They were all holding on to me.
I have so many dogster friends. I have catster friends too. Never have I found a place where so many people love me. I have made many friendships here. So many of my friends have left for the bridge before me and I have no doubt they were all there when I crossed over.
Thank you all for your love and support. Just as I will, please watch over my mommies for me
Hey friends...well, I went to the doctor yesterday. I sure was glad to see Dr. Myers. I can tell she loves me and she tells me so. I could see moms talking to her and my other mama started crying. I know they were talking about me but I'm not sure what they could possibly say that would make my mom cry. I'm peeing more and now peeing clots quite a bit. Mom told Dr. Myers I seem more uncomfortable, but when it comes to meal times, bully sticks, snack times, and walks, I'm good to go.
Doc said I looked bright and alert. The bloodwork was just so so. My white blood cell count is still a little low...it didn't get worse, but it hasn't gotten better either. We also noticed I have a low red blood cell count. Dr. Myers is pretty sure it's the tumor in my bladder bleeding and there isn't really anything we can do. I'm a little anemic right now so doc said I shouldn't do anything too strenuous. They will also check my urine to see if I still have a UTI or if it's gone away.
Dr. Myers is going to talk to Dr. Arrington (spec-ia-list) to consult on what next steps might be. Mom really thinks it's may be too late for the palladia (chemo pill) to help me, but Dr. Arrington would be the one to know. I'm not even sure she will let me stay on it because of my white blood cell count either.
Moms are preparing themselves. I can see my mom is trying to be strong. She's kissing me a lot. She already kisses me a lot, but she seems to be throwing in extra kisses. I don't mind because I know she needs to do that. Thanks for all your POP and prayers.
So, it hasn't been the best week and a half. As you all know mom fessed up to messing up my meds. I was never getting enough of a dose to shrink the tumor. Well now we have increased the dose and it's pretty much a waiting game to see if the chemo pill works.
However, I'm peeing more and have more blood. Mom is pretty sure it's not the palladia because this started before my dose was increased. I had one pretty bad day where I peed quite a bit and now I'm going every half hour or so. Mom wonders if the UTI hasn't gone away. I took my last antibiotic last night so now we have to wait a few days before we can test my urine to see if the UTI is gone and if this is the tumor rearing it's ugly head.
Mom has started preparing herself. As for me, I'm just not done fighting. I'm not panting or acting restless. I'm still telling mom that I want to fight. I'm barking and wagging when it's meal time and going on walks. Mom gets me riled up and gets me happy pretty easily.
We will see where we are on Sunday. One concern is my white blood cell count has been low the last couple of times. I could see the specialist was a little concerned about it and said we needed to recheck it in two weeks. We'll see where we are. Mom is wondering if we are heading towards the finish line