The long road to Tasha’s recovery has been successful. She is alert and active, rolling on the ground and running in the yard with Max. The last two weeks have been very difficult as I watched this beautiful dog go through surgery and lay around the house like a rag doll for four days. On the fifth day, she got up and walked down the street proudly displaying the lampshade on her head. For a while, I kept her separated from the puppy so that she did not rip out her stitches. Of course, she didn’t understand why she was being kept in the garage or in the house when she was used to her yard. It has not been easy to keep an 85-pound dog quiet, but she and I made it through recovery.
When the vet diagnosed a tumor and suggested it might be cancerous, I wasn’t too sure if I wanted her to have any life saving procedures. I am not a proponent of surrendering any dog to life saving procedures. It was unknown if the tumor was cancerous, although, the vet said that in all likelihood most tumors in dogs are cancerous. Ten years seemed to have gone by in the blink of an eye and I wasn’t ready to let her go. After losing Spencer earlier this year, I was unwilling to give up on Tasha. By the time, we found out what was wrong with Spencer it was too late for any medical saving procedure. He suffered from a brain tumor that the vet figured started in the sinuses and spread to his brain. In the end, all we could do was make him comfortable.
The three tumors removed from Tasha were found to be cancerous, but she is already on the road to becoming a healthy dog again. The vet figures I have a few more years with her and this gift of time is something that I will treasure.