My eyes are doing much better, and I don’t fuss about the eye drops as much now. My coat is getting longer, whch is good because it’s autumn here now. Summer really only lasted a few weeks!
Mum had me groomed pre-Christmas and, now that summer is finally here, my coat is growing – typical! I’m looking very fluffy and my coat is a bit wavy, so I’m looking very cute. Pity I’m also hot again…
I’m having eye problems again. Dad took me to the vet for a routine check-up and Rebecca discovered I’m not making any tears. I’ve been getting drop in my eyes twice a day, which doesn’t thrill me, but my eyes are doing much better now. At this stage Mum and Dad think the eye drops are a long term proposition.
It’s Christmas Eve here and Mum’s feeling better so she thought she’d update my blog.
Have a great woofie (or in my case yappie) day tomorrow everyone.
Over the last few months I’ve been sick a few times, and Mum hasn’t wanted to muck me round. But I’ve got the itches and I smell doggy. Today it’s sunny and warm so I just had a dip in the sink with lavender and tee tree shampoo. Hopefully I’ll be less itchy, but I am not looking forward to Mum tackling my many and varied knots…
My Mum has been slack about sharing all my news, so here’s a catch-up. Back in December I had some health dramas but my shoulder healed ok and my lungs etc seemed to be alright once we’d done the x-rays etc.
Dad had his 7th surgery on his leg and it’s doing well. I know not to jump up or trip him, and was a very good girl, I did a good job of looking after him and making sure he rested enough.
I’ve had the occasional tummy problem but about 10 days ago things got really bad. Fortunately, Rebecca could provide pain relief after hours and to get us over the weekend. We tried a new drug for me, Tramadol, and it worked well. It’s a tiny piece of tablet instead of Mum giving me an injection and it didn’t make me too sleepy.
I had a whole bunch of tests and they shaved my tummy – just in time for winter – and did ultrasounds. I have something weird with my gall bladder, scarring from previous pancreatitis, kidney stones and an enlarged abnormal liver.
The next step would be a biopsy, which is invasive and $700+. Mum and Dad are thinking it over because unless it’s going to give us info we can actually do something with it’s a lot to put me through and a lot of money. They think it might be best to just keep managing the pain when I feel unwell because sometimes I go for months with no problems.
So, that’s me. I’m snoring on the mohair rug at the moment; it’s not a bad life!
My Mum’s been a slack blogger, so here’s a quick catch up:
The cat and I are friends, but I’m also a bit scared of her. She has very sharp ends and knows how to use them. But she’s got something wrong with her at the moment and I seem to know it. Goldie has lost her voice – normally we call her Little Miss Loud – but at the moment she can barely squeak! She is going to see Rebecca tomorrow for a checkup and maybe some medicine. I just hope it’s not contagious!
I am regaining my confidence; I’m happy to play with my toys, jump up and down off the furniture on my own etc. I’m still not happy if you go to pat me and I didn’t see your hand coming, but most of the time Mum and Dad remember now. So, I’m pretty good really. Phew! Now to get the cat under control…
Unless, its my tummy of course. So, we went to the see Craig Irving, the animal eye specialist on Friday. It’s a 2 hour trip down to Palmerston North and I don’t like the car much but I sat on Dad’s knee and was good.
Craig kind of remembered me from last time, when I had a really nasty eye infection at 18 months old. As he said, it was quite uncommon and aggressive, so he was pleased to see me again and looking well. He shone bright red, blue and white lights in my eyes, waved his hands at me to see if I reacted, and then looked into my eyes with a big metal thing on his head. I just stood there looking patient.
Craig says the problem with my left eye is atrophy of the iris, so essentially an ageing problem. It shouldn’t get much worse as I get older. About a quarter of the eye is all sort of hardened which is why my pupil looks triangular and doesn’t contract. I will be light sensitive and find it hard to focus on things close up, which is why I can’t see where the ball goes to start with and don’t feel confident to jump up and down off the furniture. So, it’s good news, and Mum and Dad are much happier. Now we need to do some food training so I regain my confidence.