It has been a while since I have blogged other then my store blog—what a crazy past few weeks between this Cov.19, sickness, vacation and losing our pets.
A few weeks ago, we found out unexpectedly our beloved cat Princess had a nasty form of aggressive cancer, squamous cell carcinoma; she was terminal.
About five or six weeks after Princess was diagnosed and put down, we unexpectedly discovered our dog Ben had a nasty form of intestinal cancer; he lasted three days after we found out he was diagnosed.
Three days ago, we had to put Ben down, and it was gut-wrenching to lose both our pets so close together and in the manner they died.
I know there nothing we could have done for either of our pets, but I have been looking back at how so many of the cancer symptoms mimicked aging or a bad tooth, which we thought was wrong with our cat Princess.
Princess started sleeping a lot and eating less, and she lost some weigh. These are all typical signs of aging.
We notice Princess started gagging, at first we thought it was hairballs, so we treated for that.
Then one day, it appeared Princess had a bad tooth. She started drooling a little, and it had become hard for her to eat and drink.
We made an appointment at the vets, and in the three-and-a-half days, we had to wait for the appointment Princess went downhill rapidly. She was unable to eat or drink at all; she lost, even more, weigh, and she started hiding to sleep.
By the time we got her to the vet and she was diagnosed she was on her way out. We put her down and her passing was peaceful.
Ben started sleeping more and became fussy with what he ate. Some days he ate his regular meals and others he would only eat certain things, and yet other days he would not eat at all.
He, too, played less and didn’t act like himself. He stopped meeting my husband at the door when he came home. Ben didn’t get excited when we tried to give him his favorite treats. And often time he would not stand to eat.
What caused concern was when Ben suddenly started drinking a lot of water and peeing all the time. This behavior didn’t seem to tie in with an aging dog.
Ben started throwing up at times and coughing a lot. The coughing was concerning because of a fatty tumor he had on his neck.
Ben had several fatty tumors that the vet was not concerned about, except one that had the potential to cut into his windpipe if it got bigger, which what we thought was happening.
Before taking Ben to the vet, we discovered blood on Ben back end; we also realized after examing the area in the woods where Ben went potty, he had a few bloody bowel movements.
Ben’s last check-up found him in excellent health for his age that was six months before he was diagnosed with cancer.
When the vet took X-rays, she found a lemon size tumor in Ben’s small intestine. It was clear it was cancerous due to the symptoms. The vet put Ben on prednisone, which is a substitute for chemo for dogs.
The prednisone did help a lot, the problem came when Ben’s bowel became blocked entirely, and he started to suffer. It appeared he had not had a regular bowel movement in a while. It was now a matter of a couple of days before his colon would rupture.
The vet said Ben’s health would never of allowed him to have surgery and even if he did, it would be a matter of a 4-6 months before Ben would pass away.
I wish I could say putting Ben down was a peaceful experience, it wasn’t. Ben had an adverse reaction to the strong sedative, and he struggled to breathe as he was going into that deep sleep.
The whole thing was traumatic for Ben and us, but at least Ben is now at peace and with his favorite cat-Princess.
We had both of our animals cremated. We are waiting for Ben’s ashes to return.