Tippy Part 1
We buried Tippy Toes, our black lab, Jan 31.
Tippy had tumors most of her life but they were fatty
tumors, not painful and of no danger to her. Then she developed a tumor on her
lower abdomen that was cancerous. It
appeared literally “suddenly”. She had
been for her check up and was fine. Two days later I found this growth and
thought she had bit herself too hard chasing fleas. I watched it for a week and
it did not go down in size. I went back to the vet. They aspirated it (drew
fluid) and found it was a mast cell tumor.
This new tumor did not seem to bother her. The vet said it
could be removed but with her age she may not survive the anesthesia. She was 13 years old. We took her home and
tried to keep her comfortable. The vet
explained this kind of tumor would fill up and drain, and fill up again. He said it was full of histamine. Like what
we get when we have sinus trouble. We
take anti-histamines.
Over the next couple months this tumor began to drain. I made a belly wrap for her with changeable
bandages, made from the cut offs from the bed pads we make. The bandage had Velcro to attach it to the
wrap that went over her back and held it in place over her belly. It looked like a life vest for dogs. At first I changed it once a day. A month later it was twice a day. Since they were bed pad material they were washable. I did not put them into the wash machine,
although I could have. I did not want to
have any residue from the bandages in our clothing. So every day I was hand
washing these bandages. By the fifth
month I was changing the pads three times a day. It drained so much I think she was
dehydrating simply because of losing so much fluid. The last couple weeks she would not eat, and
drank very little. Chicken in broth with
mashed potatoes had been a favorite but she had no interest now. She lived on a few milk bones for a couple
days, and then did not want them either.
She was still alert and tried to get around as best she could.
Tippy had hip dysplasia since birth. So she always had
trouble getting around. From age 6 months I gave her Glyco-flex for dogs, like
the glucosamine that people take. It
made a huge difference in her ability to move around. Now at 13 she had
arthritis to deal with too.
With all this, she never eliminated in the house. Even in her last days. When she did have to go, she managed to get
herself up and walk to the door. For the
last month I let her use my husband’s wheelchair elevator to get out the house
without having to do the stairs. I had
bed pads down on the carpet in her favorite places to catch the fluid that
leaked passed the bandages and to catch any accidents.
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