July 15, 2009

R.I.P. Buddy

We have very sad news to report. Tonight we said good-bye to Buddy, our 8-yr-old, bouncy, big-nosed, tender-hearted Catahoula Leopard.

Kari took Buddy in to see the vet this morning after a couple of days of noticing that Buddy did not seem to be acting like his bouncy self. After analyzing his blood, the vet narrowed her diagnosis down to either cancer of the spleen or an autoimmune disease. The treatment options we had were limited to combinations of high-risk interventions and debilitating long-term medications. Several layers of moral calculus (which we had worked our way through once before) led us to the decision to euthanize Buddy.

Hard as it was to say good-bye to Buddy, the hardest part was having to explain it all to Christopher, who has been shaken by the idea that Buddy will not be coming back home. Seeing the boys' reaction (and Sam's) reinforces to us just how much he was loved. Perhaps more than anything else, Buddy was a lucky dog. And we were lucky to have him.

December 3, 2007

Lumps

We had lumps was in our throats for the past few weeks. Our lumps were about another lump that is on our dog Buddy's face. Kari noticed it a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving and mentioned it to the vet during his routine checkup, which just happened to be that week. It turned out to be a lymph gland, which triggered all kinds of worried speculation.

The vet aspirated the lymph gland and examined the sample. Her conclusion was grim. She feared that Buddy had contracted lymphoma, which is fatal in dogs. We were told to expect Buddy to live no more than three months without treatment or up to a year after a 12-week series of chemotherapy treatments.

Not being a specialist, she didn't entirely trust her own judgement, so she sent the tissue sample on to a pathologist, who would be able to confirm her diagnosis. Although we held out some hope, Kari and I began to mentally prepare for the worst. We told some family and close friends, but kept the news from the kids until we knew for sure.

Saturday we got a call from the vet. The pathologist totally disagreed with the lymphoma diagnosis. This swollen gland is a reaction to some infection, most likely from Buddy's nose (which would make sense since he's always whacking it into something during our daily ball-throwing exercises).

So: a huge sigh of relief.

Someone asked me about how I feel about the vet's misdiagnosis. We aren't sorry or upset at all, despite all the worry (and not a few tears). We appreciated her honesty and concern. Knowing what might be coming helped us work through the Big Question that every pet owner eventually has to face. We're strongly of the opinion that there is no single, correct answer to when it becomes appropriate (or even necessary) to end an animal's suffering through euthanasia. Each case is different and each human-animal relationship is unique. The best we can do is be honest with ourselves in doing what's best for our animal friends.

If Buddy's life had to end tomorrow, we are comforted to know that we have done so much to make his life a happy one--he's come a long way from the pathetic, neurotic, anxiety-prone puppy we picked up from Lollypop Farm. We've come a long way during that time, too. Here's hoping for a long, continued journey.

November 27, 2006

We Could Knit a Sweater

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Buddy is shedding. This is after tonight's five-minute brushing session.