I’m a fur mommy of 3: Ruby- 8 y/o red nose pit bull, Mr Nelson- 5 y/o mastiff mix, Svetlana- 2 y/o maine coon/Russian blue kitty. All three adopted (I don’t care to use the term “rescue” because I view the ‘saving’ as mutual) early on in their lives. Each has their own unique personality and much to my surprise, make a great sibling trio. My home is hairy and heart is full; to say I’m lucky is an understatement.
On June 5, Nelly developed a slight limp and I noticed a bit of swelling on his right wrist. Figuring he sprained it playing with his sister, I kept an eye on it and tried to have him rest. When it comes to my babies I tend to overreact/overthink a bit (“what if this sprain leads to arthritis in the future? He might need a brace…”) and ended up scheduling an appointment with our vet (against everyone’s suggesting I’m just being dramatic- “give him an Advil, he’ll be fine tomorrow”). We go in June 7th, our vet suggests sedating him (which I freaked out over) for X-rays to see what exactly was going in. I went on about some errands until I got the call to come pick him up. Something in my gut felt off all day, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until I was completely blindsided by two words that changed everything: it’s cancer.
This is our journey.
Author: nellysmommy
I’m a fur mommy of 3: Ruby- 8 y/o red nose pit bull, Mr Nelson- 5 y/o mastiff mix, Svetlana- 2 y/o maine coon/Russian blue kitty. All three adopted (I don’t care to use the term “rescue” because I view the ‘saving’ as mutual) early on in their lives. Each has their own unique personality and much to my surprise, make a great sibling trio. My home is hairy and heart is full; to say I’m lucky is an understatement.
On June 5, Nelly developed a slight limp and I noticed a bit of swelling on his right wrist. Figuring he sprained it playing with his sister, I kept an eye on it and tried to have him rest. When it comes to my babies I tend to overreact/overthink a bit (“what if this sprain leads to arthritis in the future? He might need a brace...”) and ended up scheduling an appointment with our vet (against everyone’s suggesting I’m just being dramatic- “give him an Advil, he’ll be fine tomorrow”). We go in June 7th, our vet suggests sedating him (which I freaked out over) for X-rays to see what exactly was going in. I went on about some errands until I got the call to come pick him up. Something in my gut felt off all day, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until I was completely blindsided by two words that changed everything: it’s cancer.
This is our journey.
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Nelly, Ruby and Svetlana (and mom!), we are so sorry you had to find us but are glad you are here, and grateful you are sharing your story too. I can tell you all have quite a bit to teach the community (and have a great sense of humor too!).
When you’re a pet parent, there’s a fine line between paranoia and being a good advocate for their health. You done good mom, kudos to you.
P.S. I know you know not to give dogs Advil, so please spread the word that it is not OK to do that whenever anyone tells you to do such a crazy thing OK?