Once again, we trekked Echo over to Church Hill for a vet consult yesterday afternoon. She was so excited about riding in the car, she tried mightily to jump into the driver's seat, but her back legs failed her. Bill had to lift her into the back.
After much waiting and finally much discussion with the vet, our best guesses are that she has a tumor (spleen, liver or kidneys) or a bacterial infection called leptospirosis. If she has a tumor, there is a 75% probability that it is malignant and will kill her. If she has lepto, it is treatable by a six-month course of doxycycline. The smart and economical choice seemed to be to rule out or confirm the lepto infection, rather than doing ultrasound or exploratory surgery, looking for a tumor.
So now we wait. Test results will be back sometime in the middle of next week.
She is getting progressively weaker, because she is not eating much of anything. We were up at 5 this morning, cleaning up the results of dog barfing. I'm not even sure she could tolerate 6 months of antibiotics, as they mess with her tummy so much. But we are hoping for a lepto diagnosis anyway. The other prognosis is just too grim and final.
Echo ate about a tablespoon of tuna in water this morning for breakfast. She appears to like it straight out of the can, as opposed to having it in a clean dish. What is up with that?
Back to wait-and-see.
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