To add to the fun, I partially ripped a nail off its nail bed this morning. Typing one finger short today.
But anyhow – I was mistaken. Sir Barksalot has TWO heart conditions not one: Boxer cardiomyopathy and Ventricular Tachycardia. He had a recheck with his own vet yesterday. For the first time in his life, he was completely terrified to be there. I felt bad for him. He was so stressed they immediately called him into a quiet room, so he wouldn’t have a heart attack in the lobby – literally. She couldn’t get a good listen due to his shaking and panting.
The vet went over the cardiologists findings and that is when I realized I’d misunderstood. He has also lost 3 pounds in the past two weeks. Part of that could be because of the heart thing, but we’ve fed him extra, because he has to have a small meal with his medication which doesn’t land at meal time. Switching medication times means risking his heart going into overdrive. In total over the past few months, he has gone from 69 to 63 pounds. It doesn’t sound like a lot unless you’re a dog breed that has little to no fat.
If it is due to the cancer, then there is nothing we can do. With his heart, surgery is out of the question. We’re probably at the end. We discussed endgame. He has been labeled a “loaded gun waiting to go off”. His vet said at about 58 pounds his body will start feeding on itself. If we can’t get his weight up, that is our cut-off point. His heart recheck is in two weeks. We will monitor his weight until then. If it keeps going down, then we know we’re saying good-bye soon.
I don’t regret spending the money. When you have animals you accept the responsibility that comes with them. At least I know I’ve done what I can and won’t have any doubts about what I didn’t do if I had put him down to begin with.