Yesterday he could barely move. I saw his ears perk up twice, that was it. He looked like an old man. A really old, worn out, tired of living, just let me lay in the dirt kind of man.
Last night he was hospitalized. The first vet said she had never seen such an enlarged heart. Turned out it was encased in a sac of fluid, and he wouldn’t have lasted another day. They released the fluid, went on a a hunt for a tumor (the nasty ones that often are cancerous, and that can’t be operated on). We began to prepare ourselves for the worst. I cried in the shower. The house was way too quiet. A house like ours shouldn’t be dogless.
Today, no sign of a tumor and a happy, curious, albiet tired, pup. A little skinnier and sporting a nice shaved square, but we’ve never been happier to have a neurotic, goofy, not-very-smart-but-oh-so-earnest Toby back home. He had awesome care at the UC Davis Vet School, can’t say enough for everyone who worked with us. We’ll be watching him closely over the next few weeks, but everyone is optimistic that this is just one of those weird things. Granted a weird thing with an expensive vet bill (we seem to have a history of those). Toby, here’s the deal….I will gladly pay the vet bill, if you could try very hard not to pee on the Christmas tree this year. What do you say?