Every year, we load up all of our dogs and take them to the annual health clinic held at a local vets office organized by a friend in a different breed. We shuffle dogs back and forth to the car, opened for ventilation, making sure each dog has had the appropriate testing and all the paperwork has been returned to be sent off to the officiating registry. It really is a fairly chaotic few hours but I’m thankful this clinic is held annually to ascertain each of my dogs are “healthy”.
Up first are eye exams. Each dog needs to have drops instilled in their eyes for them to dilate in order for the veterinarian ophthalmologist to be able to exam all aspect of their eyes. The eye docs always say they can diagnose a multiple of other diseases through the eyes of a dog. This year, all of my dogs “passed” their eye exams but one of them was found to have petical hemmorhages. The eye doctor explained this could be a simple indication of hypertension in this dog or it could be a symptom of a larger problem? I was advised to have this dog seen by my regular vet.
Since it was time for his annual exam anyways, Tazo had a full panel of testing done as part of his Senior Wellness package. As his blood work results came back, I was notified at how far off the values were from “normal”. Tazo is scheduled to have an ultrasound done of his abdomen, kidneys, and other internal organs. At this time, he will also have chest x-rays done.
Tazo is ten years old; a life measured in the many moments and events he accompanied my family and I through our journey of life. As I look at him now, he is old. He follows me from room to room and can be found sleeping at my feet in whatever room I am in. He perks up when I go outside perhaps anticipating a retrieving game or the chance to chase wayward bunnies? And then, back inside, he lies down for another nap.
Tazo begs terribly but only from me. I am blamed for giving him tidbits from the table whenever I am eating. Those big brown eyes are so hard to resist and really, I am only giving him a small morsel. He has trained me to share with him; my family laughs at me for having conditioned him to be such a mooch. I don’t really mind Tazo’s begging; it is a behavior I’ve trained.
Tazo loves to swim and hike. He loves to do whatever we do. What Tazo does not like is to be excluded from his people so… he isn’t. He truly is a member of our family.
As I wait for the day of his scheduled ultrasound/x-ray appointment, I find it hard to breathe worrying about the potential results. I know I shouldn’t assume the worse but I also know he is an old dog. In the meantime, I will just love him and perhaps sneak a tidbit or two under the table. It makes him so happy!