This was the first raw meal I ever fed. I got into raw feeding after Mr B was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor, panic mode willing to try almost anything. He ended up with us longer than originally estimated, I credit both that and improved quality of life to raw feeding.
Daily photos on IG @rawfeedingfun 🐶
It’s been a week since Doodle’s surgery. She finished her antibiotics and pain meds but is still on a soft diet for another seven days. We have an appointment on Monday to have her staples removed and talk with the vet. I’ve been giving her bone broth, Golden Paste, CBD oil, and will be starting her on Benadryl and Tagamet. It seems like her mouth still bothers her once in awhile but otherwise everything is back to normal in her world.
beef tripe, bone broth, ground whole pork, Golden Paste
I’m not a writer. I’ve struggled with this post since last night trying to figure out what to say. Long story short, Doodle had surgery on Wednesday to have a lump on her leg removed. Yesterday I got the biopsy results which turned out to be ‘Mast Cell Tumor, Low Grade, Grade II’.
I was absolutely not expecting that, completely blind sided. I am trying to to keep busy so my mind doesn’t have to process it, think about it. We have an appointment on the 16th to have the sutures removed and chat with the vet.
headed to the vet
small lump, three sutures
pain meds 😄
Today would have been Mr B’s 13th birthday.
I miss him terribly. I think about him every day. To say those things doesn’t even begin to touch upon how I feel. Sitting here writing this the tears are starting to burn and he’s been gone almost two years.
He came into my life when I wasn’t specifically looking for a dog; I had no experience with either a senior dog or a deaf dog. Surrendered to the shelter because he was ‘too difficult to care for’ he was by far the easiest dog I’ve ever had. After bringing him home there was no adjustment period for anyone, it was like he’d always been a part of the family. He loved his family, both human and dog, walks and car rides, cheeseburgers and fries…all with equal Big B enthusiasm. Every afternoon he’d wander off to either my bedroom or the deck room for a long nap. Waking up he’d discover he was alone and bark: a single, deep, large dog woof! Every day that made me smile and it was a very long time before I stopped expecting to hear that.
The most important thing I learned from Mr B was to make time for the dogs. I take pictures and more videos now, even if it’s nothing out of the ordinary. The housework and laundry will always be there; the tv show can wait. So when Teddy wants to go outside yet again, when Doodle does her wiggle dance for some scratches I do stop and take the time, make those things happen: The only thing wrong with dogs is that they can’t live forever.
Mr B outlived the time he was given when first diagnosed but of course it’s never enough. Even with arthritis, a quickly growing brain tumor, and finally respiratory distress he didn’t complain, didn’t ask for anything. In the world of dogs he was a gentleman; to me he was an incredibly special gift.
Weekly Discover Challenge: Memory
For this week’s Discover challenge, let’s focus on memory. In any medium you choose (text, photography, ink, watercolor, oil paints, collage….) recall an event, experience, or object that holds special meaning for you.
I received the email with this challenge early in the morning and the first idea that came to mind was Mr B’s last day. Almost a year and a half ago but I remember it very, very clearly…