So this weekend took an a turn I could have done without. Maggie had what I hoped was just a bladder infection. Friday afternoon, I took her to the vet where my daughter-in-law works. In my state and probably elsewhere, Covid restrictions require humans to stay in the cars, only pets go into the office. My daughter-in-law came out to get Maggie, and secure my permission to take urine, which involves an ultrasound and a needle. After that she and Maggie went inside. A half hour later the doctor called me. While doing the ultrasound on Maggie, they found two significant spots in her bladder that could be stones (not good) or masses (really bad). She asked to do an x-ray and blood work.
I want to say I was shocked, but I wasn’t. I’d hoped I was over-reacting, but we’d known something was going on with Maggie for a while. The problem was we couldn’t pinpoint it until last week when her symptoms showed and then quickly progressed.
Anyway, my daughter-in-law came out to get my signature and talk to me. First, she did NOT pretend all is well. Guys, I love her for that alone. It’s okay to be worried and scared as long as we’re not panicking. I wanted to make sure I was processing information correctly, because no matter how this turned out, I would have to make decisions and they needed to make the right ones for Maggie. My daughter-in-law kept me focused on dealing with each step, answered questions that she could (she’s not a vet, and never oversteps that line which is another reason I respect her), and gave me a timeline for the next couple hours. I do much better with clear information than any kind of vague assurances. And the best part is I knew she was in there with Maggie.
In the meantime, I called Wizard. He was upset for Maggie, and waiting too. I think I talked to him more on the phone in those three hours I waited at the vet’s office than in the past couple months An hour and a half later the vet called. Maggie has two large stones in her bladder. She needs surgery and the soonest they can get her in is this Thursday. We booked it. How this dog has been functioning like her happy little self for this long is a mystery. Maggie is a tough little girl I’m sure I should have realized sooner, but I didn’t. Beating myself up over that won’t help Maggie now, so I’m not going down that road.
To add to our fun, the next day, one of Maggie’s labs came back and sure enough she also has an infection (UTI) so…my girl likes to multitask.
Maggie’s home now, she’s on some meds to help clear up the infection and get her through until Thursday. So far she’s tolerating the meds, and believe it or not, eating. Urinating is a struggle, but she’s coping. She never cries, no matter how awful it looks when she’s trying to void her bladder. I have a copy of the x-ray, and trust me, these are two very large stones. Wizard and I are are aware of the risks, but we are confident surgery really is the best and only option for her. Once that’s done, we’ll have to change her diet, but we’ll tackle it all one day at a time. Because we love her.
So that was my weekend, how was yours?