Missy had an ultrasound earlier this week and the news was sobering: Her liver has multiple tumors, likely hemangiosarcoma.
After surviving hemangiosarcoma for 37 months, it’s weirdly surprising that it’s finally taken root in another organ. It’s not like we didn’t know this is coming. But we had gotten used to her surviving, you know?
We don’t know how long she has. Days? Weeks? Our vet thinks no more than a few months, since she’s already showing symptoms of liver problems. She’s now on Denamarin to try to support her liver and isn’t vomiting bile first thing in the morning anymore. We’re to watch for symptoms of increasing pain and jaundice, indicators the end is approaching.
We actually thought we were losing her yesterday morning. When we got up, Missy didn’t. She just stayed in her bed. When I lifted her out of her bed and put her on the floor, all four legs collapsed under her. I picked her up again and her body was like a wet noodle — just hanging there.
We took her outside and held her up with a leash strap under her belly, trying to get her to relieve herself. After about a minute, she was able to stand on her own, though she kept turning toward the sound of our voices and walking into our legs. It was like she couldn’t see. Then in another minute or so, she returned to a wobbly normal. And a few minutes after that, she was completely normal.
The same thing happened this morning. We don’t really know what’s going on there.
We will not let her suffer in order to postpone our own suffering. And while we’re overjoyed that we got 37 months we didn’t think we’d get, we are so deeply saddened by what’s coming for our little trouper.