![]() I knew something was wrong, but at the time, it was impossible to tell if it was indigestion or something more significant. He still barked to announce the arrival of the mail carrier and moved with me to other rooms in the house. Instead, he tossed, turned, and shivered in his bed next to my desk. Maybe he just needed sleep, which seemed to work wonders on Tuesday. Instead of being tired like he was on Tuesday, this time, I could tell he was uncomfortable. ![]() My radar went up again when he refused his usual midday Greenie snack, which he gets while we make lunch. Breakfast came and went, and so did our housekeepers (which causes him stress). I wrapped him in a blanket, and he snored away until he, per usual, bolted out of bed after hearing my daughter wake up for school. We took our usual walk, and he eagerly jumped into our bed in the middle of the night to sleep with us. I’m so glad we indulged him with a little bit more bacon and other treats throughout the entire day. The only thing out of the ordinary was that he was extra hungry from having skipped dinner. Dinner was refused, but he slept well and woke up on Wednesday morning with tons and tons of energy. Perhaps it’s the result of a hypoallergenic diet that included grain-free food, a topic for another day, but one dog owners should be aware of. His physical exam didn’t reveal anything unusual, either. Fecal and blood tests were run and returned with normal results. I had to coax him up.Ī few hours later, we were sitting in the vet’s office. He was lying on the living room rug and wouldn’t even get up for food, a highly unusual event. ![]() When I returned home, Scooby wasn’t at the door to greet me. Noise, trucks, and strange men talking scare him, so he wasn’t behaving out of line. He was a nervous dog, had just turned 10, and loud construction noise radiated from a neighbor’s house. I went out to yoga, and my husband headed out for a beach jog but noticed on his way out that Scooby was a little uneasy, which wasn’t entirely unusual. On Tuesday morning, everyone (including Scooby) enjoyed their usual harried breakfast routine before school departure. Monday came and went without much fanfare. He and I later curled up in bed to enjoy the penultimate episode of “Game of Thrones.” It was business as usual. We pulled his bed over to the table so that he could snore away, per usual, while we played some card games after our meal. He jumped into my husband’s lap at the table knowing that’s where he was most likely to source scraps of the expensive poached salmon I ordered from a restaurant down the street. Our rescue pit bull Scooby entertained extended family with his usual antics on Mother’s Day. I want you to know what happened because hemangiosarcoma is common.
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