My Sweet Puppy

Just when I thought that maybe there was hope on the horizon, I noticed that Cassi's left back leg was dragging on the rare instances she actually decided to try and walk. So instead of heading out to the grocery store I called the vet who asked when I could bring her in. She liked the idea of it being only 10 minutes.

They ran some more blood work and decided on an abdominal xray since she was now finding something in her belly that she hadn't found on Tuesday. Her anemia had gotten considerably worse (from 39 now to 22 whatevers) and the xray just had darkness instead of a happy, bright spleen. (The difference was visible when she showed me the liver, which was happy and bright, and then pointed to where the spleen should have been doing the same thing.) There was a choice - transfusions and fluids to get her peppy enough to make it up to the ER where they could do an abdominal ultrasound and, most likely, a biopsy and/or splenectomy, though the vet cautioned that with her platelets so low, it was a strong possibility that she would bleed too much with just the biopsy - thus the major reason she wanted to have that done at the ER if we went that way as she could do a transfusion but just wasn't set up for a major bleed during surgery. And even then, with the breathing trouble Cassi has been having, she wasn't sure what the anesthesia would do to her.

And so, rather than subjecting my sweet old dog to that, I called Tim at work and we made the decision to put her down. So now she is, as the kiddo says (because this is what I've told him about Meg, because I need to believe it), playing fetch in heaven with Jesus. I already miss my girl, she was such a sweet, wonderful balm to my soul her whole life.