Silver is doing better today. Her mood has picked up and is a little more perky. She was so miserable yesterday. I think she is starting to get used to the cone and her frustration level is coming down. Silver is so much like me, she doesn't want anybodies help, she has to figure it out for herself. And she is doing just that.
She was excited at dinner time, jumping around and barking with the rest of the 24 Paws and even though she hesitated for a minute whether to eat or not, she did eat all her food.
That girl has such a strong will, stronger than Brut ever had. If she doesn't want to do something she's not going to do it. I forgot how bull headed she can be, now I remember where her kids got their stubbornness from.
Just witnessing the after effects of Silver's recovery from the biopsy, has made both Mark and I think twice about having the tumor removed, regardless if it is cancerous or not. Since the tumor is so large, almost running half the length of her body, we are talking about a serious incision and a extensive surgery to remove it. Our vet already told us that they can not get a 'clean' scrape because the tumor runs down to her pelvic bone. Which means if it is cancerous and they can't get it all, it will probably come back more aggressively. Her recovery if she survives the surgery at 13 years old, will be lengthy and slow and miserable. That's when I have to think about quality of life. I don't know that I could do that to her just for a little extra time and my selfish needs of not wanting to lose her. I don't think I can do that to her...
Silver is the dog that we've had the longest out of all the dogs Mark and I have had together. We got her at 7 weeks old and she just turned 13 this past summer.
I wish dogs could live forever!
Thanks for listening.
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