I discovered that MaeRose had gnawed into the tumor on her right front leg, and split it open. We rushed to Dr. Watanabe's, had a long wait, and when he saw her he said that I should keep it uncovered over the weekend so it could scab over before Monday's surgery - which would be squeezed in ahead of schedule.
The weekend was dreadful. I bought a new expensive Comfy Cone, which MR managed to drag across the tumor - leaving a trail of blood in her effort to get at it -
so I put her back into the plastic cone from the vet's.
That first night I tired shutting her up in the kitchen, hoping to keep the rest of the house gore-free. When she realized that Darby and I had gone to bed she went through several stages:
2. Barking louder
3. Barking woefully and even louder
4.and two hours later, managing to knock down the gate and drag herself up the stairs - open plastic cone dangling from her collar.
Rain, rain, rain. The dogs don't like going out in the rain, and MR was even more reluctant than ever.
All day long I cut the toes out of old socks to cover her tumor, the only thing Dr. Watanabe said I might do - he had absolutely refused to bandage it. MR gnawed, slurped, nibbled -
anything she could think of to get at the tumor, dragging the edge of the plastic cone over it - ick. More blood - and soggy soggy pieces of sock.
Sunday - the same - the day seemed endless.
Monday morning - arrived at Dr. W's. to find that they had a very busy schedule. Everyone was horrified when they saw what MR had managed to do - at least half of the tumor was gone - looked like a torn tennis ball with jagged edges - I guessed she had decided to do her own surgery.
Late Monday - $933 bill (teeth cleaning included) - nice green bandage, plastic cone secure. Dr. W. said that she had used her teeth to push some of the tumor down into tendons, and that he had ordered another pathology ($175) - I'm a little uncertain about the details of his reasoning - one of those end of the day somewhat rushed conversations.
MR settled into her new cone-head routine beautifully. Every now and then she came up to me and looked wistfully - "What in the world is this thing on my head?" I cleared paths inside and out - but she had no trouble eating, drinking, jumping on my bed, into the car (for little trips) - and you can see from these photos - she squished herself onto a stool so that she could look out the window.
Couldn't wait for the bandage and the cone to come off. There was no scar or something which she could chew on, just a little row of white thread - to mark the top of the incision against her black fur.
All this time Darby did not get much exercise - and let me know it. He opened drawers, knocked over wastebaskets, and tried staring me down with a baleful look. I'm not sure who won.
When the second pathology report came, it indicated that the tumor had been cancerous. Next step was a chemo pill - so potent that I was instructed to wear rubber gloves when handling it.
And, now, in April when I am finally posting this, the tumor has not returned. But, then there was the husky attack - five of them -
to be continued.