Mum got a phone call early saying my blood count was still too low so not to go for chemo in the afternoon. Then mid morning she had another call saying i could have it.
So after lunch off we went to see the special vets. I (to be honest) am quite a star there as well, so when we went in i had to say hello to every one. I went off with one of the nurses to have another blood test. I was not bothered by what she was doing, there was too many people in there that i still had to say hello to.
Well back to the waiting room with mum. I made friends with a cocker spaniel called Blue, we had a bit of a sniff then settled down.
Mr. Poulter the oncologist came to talk to mum he felt my new lump and confirmed it was just because i was in season. They were talking to each other whilst i was making eyes at Blue (well i am in season). Mr Poulter was very pleased with my progress and said he had not seen a dog progress so quickly. He said i was now allowed off the lead. TWO WEEKS ahead of time. I was so pleased i decided i would nuzzle into him. Then came time for my chemo, the three of us went off into a room.
I was hooked up to a drip and i just sat near mum while it was going into me. Mum said i was as good as gold.
So off home we went, she took me straight to the muddy field and let me off, I could not run much because of the mud but i felt so free.
Thursday, 31 January 2008
Tues 29th Jan
We went for a walk today, mum said she thought i would be OK to go across the field.
I loved it, but as it turned out mum was not so keen. Not long after we got in the field mum realised how muddy it was. It was beautiful wet thick googey mud, that just clung to our feet and legs.
It was hard work for me with three legs, so it must have been really hard for mum with only two.
When we got home i was covered all up my legs, belly, even under my chin. So mum made me have a bath.
I loved it, but as it turned out mum was not so keen. Not long after we got in the field mum realised how muddy it was. It was beautiful wet thick googey mud, that just clung to our feet and legs.
It was hard work for me with three legs, so it must have been really hard for mum with only two.
When we got home i was covered all up my legs, belly, even under my chin. So mum made me have a bath.
Mon 28th Jan
We had to go to the vets today so i could have a blood test to see if my white blood count was OK to have my chemo on Wednesday.
The vet had a look at this lump thing, infact she squeezed one of my teats, i did not make a fuss but i did give her a bit of a funny look. Aparently it was to do with me being in season, nothing to do with my Osteo sarcoma. In the blink of an eye i saw all the colour come back into Mums face.
The vet phoned mum later on in the day and said my blood count was too low i could not have my chemo. Then she phone us back again and said the oncologist wanted me to have another blood test and it be senty to a special lab to be tested.
So off we went again to the vets, I must say i am becoming quite a super star there now. We were told the results would not be through until Wednesday.
The vet had a look at this lump thing, infact she squeezed one of my teats, i did not make a fuss but i did give her a bit of a funny look. Aparently it was to do with me being in season, nothing to do with my Osteo sarcoma. In the blink of an eye i saw all the colour come back into Mums face.
The vet phoned mum later on in the day and said my blood count was too low i could not have my chemo. Then she phone us back again and said the oncologist wanted me to have another blood test and it be senty to a special lab to be tested.
So off we went again to the vets, I must say i am becoming quite a super star there now. We were told the results would not be through until Wednesday.
Sun 27th Jan
Not always being very lady like i was sprawled on my back all 3 legs up in the air, I had convinced Mummy to rub my belly.... oooh it was heaven. It tickled a little bit but i loved it. Then mummy's had froze, went back over the same spot and froze again.
I looked at her and she had tears in her eyes. Then she said " Stormy you have a lump" she hugged me.
I did not really understand what she meant about a lump, she normally called me a lump when i was trying to sit on her lap. So i thought that was the best thing to do.
I looked at her and she had tears in her eyes. Then she said " Stormy you have a lump" she hugged me.
I did not really understand what she meant about a lump, she normally called me a lump when i was trying to sit on her lap. So i thought that was the best thing to do.
Friday, 18 January 2008
Look what i can do now
Well i am still off my food a bit, the upside of that is mummy cooks me all kinds of stuff to tempt me. Scrambled eggs, weetabix the list is endless.
Today when we went for a walk the weather turned really nasty, me and mum had to run home. I loved it mum would not let me go too fast because i should not really be running yet..... but boy did it feel good.
Before the operation I used to do lots of tricks and today mum and I discovered that i can still shake hands ok (have a look at my video clip at the bottom of the page).
Today when we went for a walk the weather turned really nasty, me and mum had to run home. I loved it mum would not let me go too fast because i should not really be running yet..... but boy did it feel good.
Before the operation I used to do lots of tricks and today mum and I discovered that i can still shake hands ok (have a look at my video clip at the bottom of the page).
Thursday, 17 January 2008
Having my staples removed
Monday 14th Jan. I have been doing quite well I still get a bit of pain in my wound somwtimes when im laying down. I dont have any trouble getting about now and still no side effects from the chemo.
I went to my local vet today to have my staples taken out, its the first time I have seen my normal vet since before myh op. She was over the moon at how i looked and how well I am doing. A few of the staples hurt when they came out but it was not as bad as i thought it would be.
I went to my local vet today to have my staples taken out, its the first time I have seen my normal vet since before myh op. She was over the moon at how i looked and how well I am doing. A few of the staples hurt when they came out but it was not as bad as i thought it would be.
Saturday, 12 January 2008
Getting on OK
It's been 3 days since my chemo and i have not been sick. I did feel a little groggy the first day and slightly off my food, but when mum put milk on it I was soon tempted.
We have only been walking out on the grass in front of where I live since coming home but today we went around the block. It was really chance for me to get up some speed, I was always infront of mum. When we reached the field iI usually get let off in I looked at her excitedly, but she said i had to wait another 5 weeks before i was let off the lead.
My wound has healed well and i have my staples taken out on Monday. I can not wait, sometimes they are a little uncomfortable. My fur is growing back from where i was shaved, i look like i've had a really dodgy haircut.
The best thing is you should see me go down the stairs now I really pick up speed.
We have only been walking out on the grass in front of where I live since coming home but today we went around the block. It was really chance for me to get up some speed, I was always infront of mum. When we reached the field iI usually get let off in I looked at her excitedly, but she said i had to wait another 5 weeks before i was let off the lead.
My wound has healed well and i have my staples taken out on Monday. I can not wait, sometimes they are a little uncomfortable. My fur is growing back from where i was shaved, i look like i've had a really dodgy haircut.
The best thing is you should see me go down the stairs now I really pick up speed.
Thursday, 10 January 2008
No side effects
Well it is almost 48hrs since my chemo and i have had no side effects. I have been out for two short walks today and pretty much spent the rest of the day snoozing.
Mum had to nip out for 10 minutes this afternoon, she left me my old furry bed and my new bed which is a brand new quilt folded in half. As soon as she had gone i decided that the sofa looked far for comfy. I am not allowed on the furniture but i thought Mum would let me get away with it, and i was right. She tried to be cross but then made a fuss of me. I was allowed up there for another 5 minutes before i had to get down. I tried to make a big deal of getting off, but she told me if i could get up i could get down quite as easily.
Mum had to nip out for 10 minutes this afternoon, she left me my old furry bed and my new bed which is a brand new quilt folded in half. As soon as she had gone i decided that the sofa looked far for comfy. I am not allowed on the furniture but i thought Mum would let me get away with it, and i was right. She tried to be cross but then made a fuss of me. I was allowed up there for another 5 minutes before i had to get down. I tried to make a big deal of getting off, but she told me if i could get up i could get down quite as easily.
Wednesday, 9 January 2008
Chemo and Home
Boy what a day. The doctor gave me my first chemo injection today. It did not hurt, I was allowed breakfast and went out for a walk.
In the afternoon Mum came to visit me i was really excited when i saw her.... she had my lead in her hand. I started to pull the nurse towards Mum, on route I had to stop to say hello to a couple of people sitting in reception. I did not know them but I felt I should introduce myself.
As soon as I reached Mum she said my 3rd favourite word HOME (dinner and walk are my 1st and 2nd). It hurt a little bit as I jumped up into the back of the car, but I did not care I was going home. I was treated really well at the Vets and I did not mind being there.... but there is no place like home.
I had no trouble balancing in the car. Mum was talking to me all the way. She was telling me that the Lymph nodes that had been removed had shown no cancer cells and the tumour in the bone had not broken through to the outside of the bone, it was still contained within. I did not really understand what she was saying, but she looked pleased, so I hung my tongue out and wagged my tail. If it made Mum happy it made me happy.
When we got home Mum left me in the car and went up to our flat. When she returned she has 3 cushions off of our sofa and a blanket. I watched her put the blanket on the floor then pile the cushions on top of each other. I sat down as she opened the boot (I am not allowed to get out until i have sat down) Mum was patting the cushions saying "come on Stormy, this will be easier for you to get down", Hmmm I thought, I am not some invalid as I jumped out of the car past the cushions onto the road. I could not help let out a little yelp but I did not need no cushions.
Mum looked at me and shook her head, but she was smiling.
We went in the block of flats and for the first time in a week I had to walk up stair. It did hurt but I took it slowly and Mum kept telling me how well I was doing, so I kept going all the way to the top. It was great being home but i was well and truly pooped so thought i best make use of the brand new great big bed Mum had got me.
Around 6pm Mum said my favourite word DINNER. But the devil got the better of me again and i stayed laying on my bed looking sorrowful. I kept a sneaky eye on Mum as she put the dinner in my bowl and placed it in front of me. I laid motionless, she used her very soft voice trying to get me to eat. Finally she started to hand feed me... I lifted my weary head and took the food. I love Mum pampering me, but she soon caught on and told me to get off my bloody bed and eat my food. So i did.
Then it was time to go out for a wee. I knew Mum was worried about me going up and down the stairs, she got one of her scarfs to put under my belly if I could not manage. I put my front foot on the top stair then sideways i moved my back legs down, it did not hurt, so i put my front leg on the next step and the next. I went all the way down a bit like a crab but i did not cry once. I done my wee on the grass to let the dogs in the village know i was back. I done so well going back up the stairs Mum said I could visit our neighbour Gary. She did say it would only be a quick hello and that I was not allowed to do my usual trick of running past Gary and jumping on his bed. Gary looked really pleased to see me and gave me a huge fuss.
I know Mum keeps watching me, i think she is frightend that the chemo will make me sick. Lets face it I am often sick when i have stuffed my face with grass. I was a bit worried about Mum, she has had a lot to cope with so i gave up my comfy bed and went and laid on her feet.
In the afternoon Mum came to visit me i was really excited when i saw her.... she had my lead in her hand. I started to pull the nurse towards Mum, on route I had to stop to say hello to a couple of people sitting in reception. I did not know them but I felt I should introduce myself.
As soon as I reached Mum she said my 3rd favourite word HOME (dinner and walk are my 1st and 2nd). It hurt a little bit as I jumped up into the back of the car, but I did not care I was going home. I was treated really well at the Vets and I did not mind being there.... but there is no place like home.
I had no trouble balancing in the car. Mum was talking to me all the way. She was telling me that the Lymph nodes that had been removed had shown no cancer cells and the tumour in the bone had not broken through to the outside of the bone, it was still contained within. I did not really understand what she was saying, but she looked pleased, so I hung my tongue out and wagged my tail. If it made Mum happy it made me happy.
When we got home Mum left me in the car and went up to our flat. When she returned she has 3 cushions off of our sofa and a blanket. I watched her put the blanket on the floor then pile the cushions on top of each other. I sat down as she opened the boot (I am not allowed to get out until i have sat down) Mum was patting the cushions saying "come on Stormy, this will be easier for you to get down", Hmmm I thought, I am not some invalid as I jumped out of the car past the cushions onto the road. I could not help let out a little yelp but I did not need no cushions.
Mum looked at me and shook her head, but she was smiling.
We went in the block of flats and for the first time in a week I had to walk up stair. It did hurt but I took it slowly and Mum kept telling me how well I was doing, so I kept going all the way to the top. It was great being home but i was well and truly pooped so thought i best make use of the brand new great big bed Mum had got me.
Around 6pm Mum said my favourite word DINNER. But the devil got the better of me again and i stayed laying on my bed looking sorrowful. I kept a sneaky eye on Mum as she put the dinner in my bowl and placed it in front of me. I laid motionless, she used her very soft voice trying to get me to eat. Finally she started to hand feed me... I lifted my weary head and took the food. I love Mum pampering me, but she soon caught on and told me to get off my bloody bed and eat my food. So i did.
Then it was time to go out for a wee. I knew Mum was worried about me going up and down the stairs, she got one of her scarfs to put under my belly if I could not manage. I put my front foot on the top stair then sideways i moved my back legs down, it did not hurt, so i put my front leg on the next step and the next. I went all the way down a bit like a crab but i did not cry once. I done my wee on the grass to let the dogs in the village know i was back. I done so well going back up the stairs Mum said I could visit our neighbour Gary. She did say it would only be a quick hello and that I was not allowed to do my usual trick of running past Gary and jumping on his bed. Gary looked really pleased to see me and gave me a huge fuss.
I know Mum keeps watching me, i think she is frightend that the chemo will make me sick. Lets face it I am often sick when i have stuffed my face with grass. I was a bit worried about Mum, she has had a lot to cope with so i gave up my comfy bed and went and laid on her feet.
Tuesday, 8 January 2008
No more drain
I could not wait to see Mum today, i knew she would be excited.
You see the Doctor came to see me on his rounds this morning. I fussed my head and told me how well i looked. Then he told me i could have the drain taken out of my shoulder, i wagged my tail to show him how pleased i was. It was a bit like walking about with a bath plug hanging out of your shoulder. Then i heard the really good news, i was doing so well that the dressing could stay off and paws crossed i could go home tomorrow.
When Mum finally came to see me i she laughed because one of the nurses had wrapped her shirt around my neck and shoulders because she thought it would be more comfortable when i wanted to lay down (you can see me walking in my shirt on my youtube link).
The nurse lifted my shirt to show Mum the wound, Mum went a bit white when she saw the metal staples keeping my wound closed. I'm not sure why because it is no different than the metal earings she pushes through her ears and nose.... I mean fancy having one through your snout.
We set off for our walk, Mum said we could go out on the main road today. It was very windy but that did not stop me. Off i went in full sniff and pull mode. We went along the road at first, then we went up the grass bank, it was very uneven but i loved it. When ever Mum was not looking i would take great chunks of grass and eat it. Mum said we had to go back. I pretended i did not hear and carried on in the same direction. After a tug on my lead i had to give in and turn around. I did not tell Mum but i was glad we turned around when we did because by the time we got back i was well and truly pooped.
Me and Mum had a cuddle then said goodbye, i think tonight we will both dream of me going home tomorrow.
You see the Doctor came to see me on his rounds this morning. I fussed my head and told me how well i looked. Then he told me i could have the drain taken out of my shoulder, i wagged my tail to show him how pleased i was. It was a bit like walking about with a bath plug hanging out of your shoulder. Then i heard the really good news, i was doing so well that the dressing could stay off and paws crossed i could go home tomorrow.
When Mum finally came to see me i she laughed because one of the nurses had wrapped her shirt around my neck and shoulders because she thought it would be more comfortable when i wanted to lay down (you can see me walking in my shirt on my youtube link).
The nurse lifted my shirt to show Mum the wound, Mum went a bit white when she saw the metal staples keeping my wound closed. I'm not sure why because it is no different than the metal earings she pushes through her ears and nose.... I mean fancy having one through your snout.
We set off for our walk, Mum said we could go out on the main road today. It was very windy but that did not stop me. Off i went in full sniff and pull mode. We went along the road at first, then we went up the grass bank, it was very uneven but i loved it. When ever Mum was not looking i would take great chunks of grass and eat it. Mum said we had to go back. I pretended i did not hear and carried on in the same direction. After a tug on my lead i had to give in and turn around. I did not tell Mum but i was glad we turned around when we did because by the time we got back i was well and truly pooped.
Me and Mum had a cuddle then said goodbye, i think tonight we will both dream of me going home tomorrow.
Monday, 7 January 2008
Mon 7th January
Woke up early to the lovely smell of breakfast. I let out a few little whines and whimpers just so they did not forget my breakie.
I'm feeling full of life today, i have finished on my fluids now so the drip has come out of my front leg. I love the nurses that are taking care of me but to be honest my kennel does not have much room. I cant rush around in it like i do at home. I've got all this pent up energy in me that is almost bursting out of my ears. I cant wait until someone finally take me out and lets me off my lead.
After lunch Mum came to visit me. I had to get some of this energy out of my system so i pulled on the lead has hard as my 3 legs would carry me. Which according to Mum was as hard as when i had 4 legs.
The nurse took me and Mum into a room where we could be alone, but there was so many smells and noises outside the door. I HAD TO explore, i kept cocking my head from one side to the other, that done no good at all, so i started to let out a little squeak noise. Mum still was not getting the hint. So i tried squeaking louder. Finally Mum said that magic word WALK. Up i jumped ready for action.... lets go explore. I pulled and pulled as we went down the hall way, once into the reception area i straight away spotted all the people. So i put on my poor me expression and i managed to get a fuss off everyone i limped past.
Once outside the door head down sniffing i pulled Mum up the car park. Until finally she made me stop. She bent down next to me and said "listen here young lady, 3 legs or not you can remember your manners. No pulling". Then she hugged me and let me pull her back down the car park.
I'm feeling full of life today, i have finished on my fluids now so the drip has come out of my front leg. I love the nurses that are taking care of me but to be honest my kennel does not have much room. I cant rush around in it like i do at home. I've got all this pent up energy in me that is almost bursting out of my ears. I cant wait until someone finally take me out and lets me off my lead.
After lunch Mum came to visit me. I had to get some of this energy out of my system so i pulled on the lead has hard as my 3 legs would carry me. Which according to Mum was as hard as when i had 4 legs.
The nurse took me and Mum into a room where we could be alone, but there was so many smells and noises outside the door. I HAD TO explore, i kept cocking my head from one side to the other, that done no good at all, so i started to let out a little squeak noise. Mum still was not getting the hint. So i tried squeaking louder. Finally Mum said that magic word WALK. Up i jumped ready for action.... lets go explore. I pulled and pulled as we went down the hall way, once into the reception area i straight away spotted all the people. So i put on my poor me expression and i managed to get a fuss off everyone i limped past.
Once outside the door head down sniffing i pulled Mum up the car park. Until finally she made me stop. She bent down next to me and said "listen here young lady, 3 legs or not you can remember your manners. No pulling". Then she hugged me and let me pull her back down the car park.
Sunday, 6 January 2008
Mum came to visit today
I woke quite early toaday and was eager to start the day, a few sad expressions in the direction of the kennel maid soon produced my breakfast.
That was followed by a short walk. I amused myself for a few hours then my Mum came to visit me. I was really pleased to see her, but when i entered the room where we have our visitsthere was lots of other people in their as well. I looked at Mum and wagged my tail but of course i had to say hello to everyone else in the room as well. It took me a while to get to her, but finally she was tugging my ears telling me how beautiful i was. I jumped up her to give her a kiss.... this seemed to really please her, like i had'nt jumped up her a million times before.
"Humans..who can work them out"
We stayed inside and cuddled for a while, then went for a walk, well it was a bit of a run really. I had what Mum calls the Devil in me, i fancied letting off a bit of steam. Mum kept up with me but would not let me go too fast.... (spoil sport)
Then came the usual line " i have to go to work now". So we said our goodbye's. I went quite happily with the nurse, at the same time plotting a plan. When i was back in my bed, if i let out a few little whimpers they would think i was missing Mum and would give me a bit of a fuss.
That was followed by a short walk. I amused myself for a few hours then my Mum came to visit me. I was really pleased to see her, but when i entered the room where we have our visitsthere was lots of other people in their as well. I looked at Mum and wagged my tail but of course i had to say hello to everyone else in the room as well. It took me a while to get to her, but finally she was tugging my ears telling me how beautiful i was. I jumped up her to give her a kiss.... this seemed to really please her, like i had'nt jumped up her a million times before.
"Humans..who can work them out"
We stayed inside and cuddled for a while, then went for a walk, well it was a bit of a run really. I had what Mum calls the Devil in me, i fancied letting off a bit of steam. Mum kept up with me but would not let me go too fast.... (spoil sport)
Then came the usual line " i have to go to work now". So we said our goodbye's. I went quite happily with the nurse, at the same time plotting a plan. When i was back in my bed, if i let out a few little whimpers they would think i was missing Mum and would give me a bit of a fuss.
Saturday, 5 January 2008
Seeing Mummy again
After my nap Saturday lunchtime one of my nurses came and put the lead on me. She told me i had a visitor. We went outside and there was my Mum and Dad. It reminded me of a few years ago, i had been stolen by gypsies, then abandoned, ended up at a rescue centre. One day i was walked into the yard and there stood my Mum and Dad.
I think seeing me reminded them of that moment to, because they had tears in their eyes (although at the rescue centre they sobbed their hearts out, i just jumped on everyone and kissed them).
Anyway we all had a big cuddle, Mummy whispered in my ear that i looked more beautiful than ever. Daddy took loads of photos, he did not have to whisper in my ear because i could tell by looking at his face how much he loved me.
The nurse took us into a big room where we could stay for a visit. It was lovely seeing Mum and Dad but i am not sure why they were making such a fuss of me. Although i certainly am not complaing. Mum as always told me off when i started whingeing for attention, but Dad as always was a push over when i showed him my puppy expression (sucker.. bless him).
Then we went for a little walk, they were taking more photos and even videoed me walking. Humans are funny, its not as though i have never walked before...... strange.... anyway i went along with the game and kept posing for the photos. Then they kept telling me how well i was walking and for once seemed really pleased because i was pulling on the lead. I made the most of that and pulled as hard as i could. They seemed really pleased with me, i was happy just to make them happy although i am still baffled why they kept on about me walking.
Mum then said it was time to go back with the nurse because she had to go to work. She tells me this all the time, but i dont think she is always working, but it makes her happy so i wag my tail and do as i'm told. They said they loved me (well of course they do) and Mum said she would see me tomorrow...... i thought to myself, time for another little nap.
I think seeing me reminded them of that moment to, because they had tears in their eyes (although at the rescue centre they sobbed their hearts out, i just jumped on everyone and kissed them).
Anyway we all had a big cuddle, Mummy whispered in my ear that i looked more beautiful than ever. Daddy took loads of photos, he did not have to whisper in my ear because i could tell by looking at his face how much he loved me.
The nurse took us into a big room where we could stay for a visit. It was lovely seeing Mum and Dad but i am not sure why they were making such a fuss of me. Although i certainly am not complaing. Mum as always told me off when i started whingeing for attention, but Dad as always was a push over when i showed him my puppy expression (sucker.. bless him).
Then we went for a little walk, they were taking more photos and even videoed me walking. Humans are funny, its not as though i have never walked before...... strange.... anyway i went along with the game and kept posing for the photos. Then they kept telling me how well i was walking and for once seemed really pleased because i was pulling on the lead. I made the most of that and pulled as hard as i could. They seemed really pleased with me, i was happy just to make them happy although i am still baffled why they kept on about me walking.
Mum then said it was time to go back with the nurse because she had to go to work. She tells me this all the time, but i dont think she is always working, but it makes her happy so i wag my tail and do as i'm told. They said they loved me (well of course they do) and Mum said she would see me tomorrow...... i thought to myself, time for another little nap.
The Big C (cancer)
In November i started to get some pain in my front left leg, after telling Mum about it she said we should go to the Vets. I don't know why she call them vets, we all know they are doctors. Anyway off we went. After much poking and prodding, a needle in my butt, they told Mum that they thought i had torn a muscle in my shoulder.
So according to Mum with a bottle of tablets, a limping dog and a big vets bill we went home. On the way home i heard Mum on the phone (hands free of course) saying she did not think it was a muscle problem as i had not done anything to tear a muscle.
Over the next few weeks Mum kept giving me these treats which she called tablets. She told me i was a good girl for eating them, would give me a big fuss and some cheese or ham. Which was great but i did not really understand because these tablet things tasted so yummy.
Mum was just not happy, with my progress so back and foward we went to the vets. I kept hearing my Mum telling people the rising cost of my doctors bill, but she never hesitated in taking me back. they decided to X-ray my shoulder. The results showed no real damage so we were given some more of these yummy tablets and sent home being told it was most likely muscular and could take upto 6 months to heal. I had my tablets twice a day, no matter how much i begged, waved or done other tricks Mum never gave me any more.
But still the pain in my leg got worse, there were benifits though. I was not allowed to sleep on Mum's bed, but because i was getting more and more uncomfortable Mummy slept on the sofabed in my room so she could keep an eye on me. I would lay on my bed get uncomfortable, so i would get up, often yelp with pain, walk around a little then go and stand in front of Mummy holding up my sore leg, looking as small as i could and trying to make my brown eyes as big as i could. Mummy would look at me and smile then pat the sofabed next to her. I would climb up next to her and we would both fall asleep(with Mummy still cuddling me). She say's i am a fidget, i was only repaying the love, she would wake in the morning with my legs wrapped loving around her ( OK so some times they were across her face).
I was finding it harder to walk and especially get up and down the stairs, which was a bit of a problem as we live on the first floor. Mummy had a word with me and said she did not think it was my muscle, but to be brave and we would get it sorted. So i was as brave as i could be, i mastered the stairs using my three good legs, still managed to bark at other dogs. At Christmas i done my usual job with the same vigor as always and helped everyone open their presents.
But just after Christmas my pain got worse, at times i could not hide the pain from Mum.
So off we went to the doctors again, the next day my Mum took me back again. Later that day after i had been crying in pain fopr hours she phoned my doctor again.
Eventually Mum said she wanted me refured. I felt so important, i was going to see a special Doctor. Mum did not seem so pleased, i think it was because of the bill thing again.
We had an appointment for the 12th January, Mum said i needed to be seen before then. Eventually we were seen on 2nd January.
I was very well behaved there was so many fantastic smells there. Mummy however was very fidgety. The Doctor we saw was very nice, he spoke softly to me which made my whole body quiver. He did poke and prod me, but when it hurt he made a fuss of me and my tail wagged like it had a life of its own. Him and Mummy talked for a long time, lots of words i had never heard before, Osteosarcoma, chemo, radiotherapy, amputation. Mummy acted very brave, but i know her better than most and knew she was scared so i snuggled into her to give her some support.
Anyway finally i was told to go with the Doctor for more X-rays and Mummy would see me in a couple of hours.
That was Wednesday as it turned out i did not see Mum again until Saturday. I later found out that i had this Osteosarcoma thing (you will have to read my Mum's post to find out more about it), aparently it is a very aggressive cancer. Whilst i was in the kennel at the surgery Mummy spoke for a very long time with my Doctor and a Oncologist, it was decided that i was to have my bad leg amputated (which i now know means cut off). Mummy was told i would have the operation the following day, but some other poor dog had more problems than me the next day and my leg was not removed until Friday. I felt a bit groggy friday afternoon, managed to eat a bit but just did not fancy going outside.
On Saturday i felt so much better, i enjoyed my breakfast and went outside and done my wee and poo. Then i thought i would have another little nap.
So according to Mum with a bottle of tablets, a limping dog and a big vets bill we went home. On the way home i heard Mum on the phone (hands free of course) saying she did not think it was a muscle problem as i had not done anything to tear a muscle.
Over the next few weeks Mum kept giving me these treats which she called tablets. She told me i was a good girl for eating them, would give me a big fuss and some cheese or ham. Which was great but i did not really understand because these tablet things tasted so yummy.
Mum was just not happy, with my progress so back and foward we went to the vets. I kept hearing my Mum telling people the rising cost of my doctors bill, but she never hesitated in taking me back. they decided to X-ray my shoulder. The results showed no real damage so we were given some more of these yummy tablets and sent home being told it was most likely muscular and could take upto 6 months to heal. I had my tablets twice a day, no matter how much i begged, waved or done other tricks Mum never gave me any more.
But still the pain in my leg got worse, there were benifits though. I was not allowed to sleep on Mum's bed, but because i was getting more and more uncomfortable Mummy slept on the sofabed in my room so she could keep an eye on me. I would lay on my bed get uncomfortable, so i would get up, often yelp with pain, walk around a little then go and stand in front of Mummy holding up my sore leg, looking as small as i could and trying to make my brown eyes as big as i could. Mummy would look at me and smile then pat the sofabed next to her. I would climb up next to her and we would both fall asleep(with Mummy still cuddling me). She say's i am a fidget, i was only repaying the love, she would wake in the morning with my legs wrapped loving around her ( OK so some times they were across her face).
I was finding it harder to walk and especially get up and down the stairs, which was a bit of a problem as we live on the first floor. Mummy had a word with me and said she did not think it was my muscle, but to be brave and we would get it sorted. So i was as brave as i could be, i mastered the stairs using my three good legs, still managed to bark at other dogs. At Christmas i done my usual job with the same vigor as always and helped everyone open their presents.
But just after Christmas my pain got worse, at times i could not hide the pain from Mum.
So off we went to the doctors again, the next day my Mum took me back again. Later that day after i had been crying in pain fopr hours she phoned my doctor again.
Eventually Mum said she wanted me refured. I felt so important, i was going to see a special Doctor. Mum did not seem so pleased, i think it was because of the bill thing again.
We had an appointment for the 12th January, Mum said i needed to be seen before then. Eventually we were seen on 2nd January.
I was very well behaved there was so many fantastic smells there. Mummy however was very fidgety. The Doctor we saw was very nice, he spoke softly to me which made my whole body quiver. He did poke and prod me, but when it hurt he made a fuss of me and my tail wagged like it had a life of its own. Him and Mummy talked for a long time, lots of words i had never heard before, Osteosarcoma, chemo, radiotherapy, amputation. Mummy acted very brave, but i know her better than most and knew she was scared so i snuggled into her to give her some support.
Anyway finally i was told to go with the Doctor for more X-rays and Mummy would see me in a couple of hours.
That was Wednesday as it turned out i did not see Mum again until Saturday. I later found out that i had this Osteosarcoma thing (you will have to read my Mum's post to find out more about it), aparently it is a very aggressive cancer. Whilst i was in the kennel at the surgery Mummy spoke for a very long time with my Doctor and a Oncologist, it was decided that i was to have my bad leg amputated (which i now know means cut off). Mummy was told i would have the operation the following day, but some other poor dog had more problems than me the next day and my leg was not removed until Friday. I felt a bit groggy friday afternoon, managed to eat a bit but just did not fancy going outside.
On Saturday i felt so much better, i enjoyed my breakfast and went outside and done my wee and poo. Then i thought i would have another little nap.
Storm
Hi
My name is Storm, i am a female Lurcher (half Greyhound, half Staffie). I am 8yrs old (although i am sure they have got that wrong, i'm convinced that i am not a day over 8 months old).
I was born in Newcastle and came down to Hertfordshire by train on my own in a cardboard box. I started my life off Living in Hertford with a man. We could not quite hit it off and i could not resist chewing the odd thing (new kitchen units, flooring, paperwork), funny though i loved eating all his stuff but never really fancied my food.
I heard him say i was a fussy eater, he tried to give me all sorts of food, but i refused and instead continued to eat his belongings. By 6months i think we both realised that this just was not going to work.
Late one evening my bed and stuff were packed and i went home with my new Mummy.
I now lived in a flat in a village just outside of Stevenage, Herts. I tried really hard to be good. I did not eat the furniture but instead started eating my dinner. Infact dinner was so yummy that i started begging and pleading with Mummy to share hers with me.
....... and so our life together started.
My name is Storm, i am a female Lurcher (half Greyhound, half Staffie). I am 8yrs old (although i am sure they have got that wrong, i'm convinced that i am not a day over 8 months old).
I was born in Newcastle and came down to Hertfordshire by train on my own in a cardboard box. I started my life off Living in Hertford with a man. We could not quite hit it off and i could not resist chewing the odd thing (new kitchen units, flooring, paperwork), funny though i loved eating all his stuff but never really fancied my food.
I heard him say i was a fussy eater, he tried to give me all sorts of food, but i refused and instead continued to eat his belongings. By 6months i think we both realised that this just was not going to work.
Late one evening my bed and stuff were packed and i went home with my new Mummy.
I now lived in a flat in a village just outside of Stevenage, Herts. I tried really hard to be good. I did not eat the furniture but instead started eating my dinner. Infact dinner was so yummy that i started begging and pleading with Mummy to share hers with me.
....... and so our life together started.
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