It’s not all bad news. But it’s not good.
My mom lives with us in the lower level of our house. She came home today to blood. She couldn’t find the source and I told her to take Sam to the vet and drop him off. His incision (from almost 2 months ago) has not yet healed completely and has opened in a couple places. The vet couldn’t find any other blood source and thought perhaps there had been a small pocket that had opened and caused the bleeding. And there’s a nodule. Yes. A bump. Yes.That. Kind. of. nodule.
F*You cancer
We brought Sam home and while eating, noticed that there was blood in his bowl after every bite. More blood. This time I found the source. His nose. He’s bleeding from his nose. Pretty lightly…Lightly enough that every time there’s a little bit that comes out, he licks it clean. The blood? I think it was nose-related and not suture.
We’re home now, by the time we got back from the vet it was too late to go back again.
He seems to be happy and not painful, but I’m a little fearful that this.is.it. The beginning of the end. or, if the tumor was the beginning of the end. this? this would be the last. the last of the end. the part where I get sad. and say goodbye.
I said it wasn’t all bad news. The good news is that I have Sam for another night. And I can snuggle up with him and give him puppy kisses and tell him I love him.
