It's Samantha. I'm kinda blah about blogging, but Mom thinks it will be good therapy. We've just been hanging out at the house mostly. We really miss our brother. The humans cry a lot and we haven't really been interested in much. We've tried to stay really close to them to make them feel better though. Here I am surfing the internet on top of Mom on the couch.
Tucker really hasn't been himself since Dakota went to the Bridge. He's been spending a lot of time holding his baby, Mom bought him this new one for company. He doesn't even care it's a girly pink. I think he's going to lose weight because he hasn't been scarfing down all the food like usual either. He's already the skinniest dog here and that's just going to make me look rounder.
They gave us yummy frozen Kongs filled with peanut butter and Tucker seemed to really like that. Here's a few pics of us eating them:
Dr. Bill called today with the results of Thrawn's bloodwork. He does have that disease called Cooshings and Mom is pretty depressed about it. He has a gland that is supposed to be the size of a pea but it's like an inch big now and maybe he has to have surgery. He's really shaky on his back legs the last few days, I'm afraid he's going to fall on me sometimes. I heard them talking about asking Dr. Bill about wheels for him, whatever that means. I'll have Mom post an official report because I don't understand the doctor stuff sometimes. Thrawn and I are spending the day at Dr. Bill's tomorrow - he's having his Adequan injection and I have some yucky skin tag that has to come off.
It did make us happy today getting an email saying our blog won an award from Pet-Health.org. I had our Web-Mistress add the icon on our sidebar. :)
Anyway, that's all that is going on here. Just a lot of nothing and quiet. It's just not the same here without Dakota.
Love - Samantha
Maryann here - Thrawn does have Cushings and there's a possibility that he'll have surgery to remove his Adrenal Gland. His liver can't withstand the meds they would usually use to control it. If he feels he's strong enough to have surgery then they'll biopsy the tumor in his liver at the same time. His back legs are so weak from the effects of the Phenobarbital, I'm wondering if one of the dog wheelchairs would help. Has anyone out there used one with a big dog? I don't know what to do; I'm about at my emotional breaking point. The thought of something happening to him right now, I just can't bear it. He seems so alert/perky tonight, eating his Kong and bones but he is so clumsy and weak when he walks. He keeps pacing the house over and over like he's searching for something. Uuuugh. Any advice would be great. Thanks to everyone for the outpouring of help this week. -M