The day started with Chance in pain after getting off the bed. I was scared. Never saw him like that first thing in the morning. He went back in the house and got back on the bed. I sat on the couch and fell asleep with him.
Then Mark got up and Chance was fine. So we went on with our day.
We were outside more than a few times today because it was so nice. 72°
I debated if it was too hot to walk the dogs. The clouds finally showed up taking care of the sun and I decided to give it a go at about 3:30pm.
Chance and I had a brisk walk, even steady pace and a feeling of freedom. Between a rainy October and mild injuries we hadn't walked in what felt like forever. Having to miss out on all of this gorgeous weather we have been having... which really sucked!
We took a little bit longer walk than I had planned, but it felt so good to be moving and I was following Chance's lead and how far he planned to go. Around the football field and down the paved path we scurried. Oh, the blessed freedom. I didn't ever want it to end.
So Mark is on the roof, finishing up and when I get back with Blaze, Chance is ready to come outside. So I take my break with him. After all the kisses, he lays down on his side, in front of me and I notice he is wider at his abdomen. It is bulky and very out of shape. My first thought is that he is having fluid retention again. I'm trying to figure out how it got so big again and how I missed it. If anything he's been too thin in that area IMO. Then Chance rolls up and is now laying on his belly. The bulge is still there. It's got to be fluids. Then he gets up and the bulge goes away. He just snapped back in shape, just like that. It takes some more going back and forth in my mind, when I come to the conclusion it was his tumor I was seeing. I'm stunned. Scared. Shocked. In all the times I've seen him lay down, this was the first I was seeing it. It's growing. It's the inevitable. Wish there was something I could do. Anything to make him all better.
Chance is still acting very healthy and happy, well as happy as a moody dog like him can be. lol Just "seeing" the tumor was a harsh dose of reality. It messed me up for a while. We are making the most of our time together, however long we may have, with lots of pics and video. It's all we can do for our heart dog.
I know that you'll make the most of every single day. I'm sending love your way.
Yes, there's knowing our pups are ailing. And there's "knowing." And it can be a shock all over again.
Sorry for your fear and worry about Chance. But know you're giving him the best and all your love. Holding you all in my heart. <3
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