This is a not-so-Wordless Wednesday this week, because I need to talk about our sweet Madison (aka “Maddie,” “Maddie the Mooch,” “Maddie Girl”).
Over the last couple of weeks, she has not been acting like herself. When she stopped inhaling all of her dinner several days ago, we really started to get worried. Then, her abdomen bloated terribly, and we knew there was a problem.
Unfortunately, I was convinced that we were going to lose her, so I put off making an appointment with the veterinarian (yes, I know that was the wrong thing to do, but I was scared). Tim sprung into action on New Year’s Eve–naturally, all of the veterinarian offices were closed–so we took her to an emergency clinic.
They were wonderful. The doctor said he is fairly certain that Madison has a tumor somewhere, that is causing a build-up of fluid in her thoracic vertebrae. Maddie will be 11 years old in March, so, based on that, the doctor said that trying to locate the tumor (which may or may not be cancerous–and could be anywhere), and having her undergo surgery, just isn’t a viable option. We thought we were coming home without her that night.
The doctor said he could drain the fluid, and that would relieve the symptoms she was experiencing. So, we were able to do that. Sadly, we don’t know how long it will take for the fluid to build up again–and it most likely will.
I adopted Madison from the SPCA when she was only eight weeks old. We weren’t together for about seven months, after my ex-husband and I separated, and before we brought her here to live with Tim and I, in April of 2007. I can’t imagine life without her. She is the sweetest, friendliest dog I have ever known. Her constant mooching and “tail of destruction,” used to be annoying. Now, they are welcome sights.
Tim and I will do whatever we can to make what time she has left with us as comfortable and enjoyable as we possibly can. I know it’s selfish, but I hope that we have her with us for a long time to come. I’m not ready to say goodbye to my “Maddie Girl.”