Upon waking this morning I realized it was going to be a busy day. I took my three boys for a quick walk, being ever mindful of little DB. DB is my little Toy Fox Terrier with a huge Alpha complex.
Our veterinarian has been treating DB for a severe heart problem for a few months, and it was time for his yearly physical and shots.
We've already increased the Lasix to twice a day if needed, but definitely once a day at least. Well, to say the least DB felt like Top Dog being able to go for a ride alone, without his brothers hogging windows and seats. He normally loves our veterinarian Dr. Ebert. Today was no different, he accepted his shots like a trouper, but decided he wanted no part of the nail clipping.
After DB was brought back in the room with me, he hid under the chair.. As usual his limit had been met.
Dr. Ebert came in to tell me his labs were good and he was ok to go home. His parting comment broke my heart. "His heart sounds horrible."
Four words-one small sentence, and my world comes crashing in. I've mentioned that through his initial diagnosis and meds, I began remembering my "old" health issues too. I remember running to find a bathroom when the Lasix kicked in. so I can only imagine a small 10 lb. dog on 20mg of Lasix.. We all hate to face the fact of a possible loss in our lives, more so when it's a Beloved pet. But DB is no ordinary pet.. He is the most Independently dependent canine I have ever had the pleasure to share a home with.
He must be on your lap if you sit down, under a blanket to stay warm. Then he is in total doggy heaven.
As I write this he has tucked himself under my sweatshirt to get close and warm. And snoring.
When DB is held, he puts his head on your shoulder and you feel the love and warmth all this little animal has to give. He is without a doubt -my best friend. Not mans'-mine.
DB has offered me comfort through chronic rejection with my first lung transplant, my second single lung transplant, neighbors poisoning his mate (an Airdale Terrier), losing his friend Maggie (Shih Tzu) to cancer, a kidney transplant, a pacemaker, and the list goes on.
I will take the best possible care of my little Alpha Dog. He has already earned his wings, but I want to keep him firmly planted on earth as long as possible.
Hopefully this blog will be the culmination of all my years attempting to write a book about surviving an organ transplant. I've survived 3 organ transplants & have a pacemaker. Life is GOOD! I am truly BLESSED! Years ago I titled my book "At the end of my rope" for 2 reasons. 1.Physically: Being tethered to oxygen for 20+ years. Hence, the rope. 2. Psychologically: There are times when I literally feel At the end of my rope.
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Friday, March 19, 2010
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