On Thursday, something felt wrong.  Very, very wrong.  I had gone for my first “senior visit” at my local vet last Saturday where they found a large mass in my abdomen.  That wasn’t fun, but we had scheduled an ultrasound and biopsy thinking that surgery was a very real possibility.
Well yes, yes it was.
Just a lot sooner than expected when my belly decided early on Thursday morning to start trouble. Â So mama packed me off to Penn Veterinary Hospital’s emergency clinic. Â I’ve been here before when I had that super-hard poop, and they were nice to me then (except for those fingers up my butt, I won’t ever forgive you guys for that) so I kissed mama and went off to get my treatment.
Surgery is always scary. Â Emergency surgery requires that you are in the most skilled hands, and we have the utmost confidence in the doctors and nurses at Penn. Â Mama spent the day crying and worrying about me, I spent the day looped out of my mind on painkillers and anaesthesia. Â At the end of the day I had a tremendous tumor removed along with my spleen and I was ready to sleep.
When I woke up the next day, I wanted out. Â Not that I wasn’t appreciative, but I wanted to be home. Â The fine folks at Penn had made only one mistake – trying to feed me something called “dog food”. Â If it comes out of a can, it doesn’t go into this man, cause I only eat mama’s home cooking. Â So the doctor called mama and told them about my plight and she rushed over with some chicken soup and treats. Â I was just so glad to see her I didn’t eat much, but licked a little broth to let her know that I meant business about getting the hell outa Dodge.
It worked. Â On Saturday she came with my pal Astro’s mama, Deb to spring me from the joint. Â Oh how happy I was to see her, even happier once I realized that we were heading home!! Â There is nothing in the world like your own bed, nothing. Â Even with my skimpy new hairdo I managed to move the pillows around to my liking and head off to dreamland.
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
Love,
Bogart
