Day 26 since the determination that Bandicoot has cancer and cannot be saved.
I had to go out of town this past weekend for training, and I hated to leave Bandi behind. The last time I left for a training such as this was in August. Boomerang got so sick while I was gone in August that we had to say goodbye to him the day after I returned.
Imagine my despair when my husband texted me in Phoenix to say that Bandi was having some diarrhea. That is exactly how the end began for Boomerang. The one consolation was that Bandi was still eating. You may remember my last post about her voracious appetite? Well, that continues. So even with diarrhea, Bandi was at least getting nutrition.
I returned last night to find that she still had “the runs”. Therefore, I slept on the coach so she could tell me when/if she needed to go outside. And she did. Bandi woke me up 3 times during the night to let her out. Poor baby.
She ate well this morning, seemed to rest most of the morning, and her poop has firmed up a bit. Maybe she was just missing me?
“The greatest fear dogs know is the fear that you will not come back when you go out the door without them.”
Mark Twain said,
“If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and man.”
Clearly, Mark Twain was not talking about a dog on steriods. Although Bandi has never bitten us while giving her food; at this point I would not be surprised if she would bite us while taking it away.
This is day 20 since we decided to “keep Bandi comfortable” after a diagnosis of terminal cancer. And it’s day 18 of steriod use to decrease swelling and pain in her cancerous leg.
Bandi does not act sick. She doesn’t act as if there is a cancer taking over her body and organs. But she simply can’t get enough to eat. Where is the sweet little girl who would give us soft kisses and wag her stub when we merely talked to her?
If Bandi could talk she’d probably say, “No Kisses for you!” like some kiss nazi from the TV show, Seinfeld. She has tried desperately to satisfiy her hunger by finding beef bones that have been in the doggie toy box for a couple of years and chewing the heck out of them. I’m serious. She would actually break off peices of the bone and swallow them whole if she could—and she tries!
These pictures show Bandi with a frozen beef bone she got for Christmas. This one still has meat on it! YUMMM! Take note of the blurriness of the photos themselves. She was going to town on that thing!
A conversation with the vet today gives us s new plan: instead of giving the entire dose of the steriod once a day, we’re going to break up the dose into two separate times. Hopefully this will keep her from being so voracious!
“There is always hope for man or dog in life if only they be cute”
― Chris Pariseau
Bandi abounds in HOPE because she abounds in cuteness!
Having been on the same drugs now for about a week with no stomach or bowel upset, it was a little worrisome this morning when Bandi had a bout of Diarrhea. With no change in her diet or meds in the last several days, this is probably not a good sign.
After washing her off in the tub, and giving her a sanitary trim, Bandi didn’t have another episode (thank goodness). But she has taken to panting quite a bit. It’s the middle of winter, so I know she’s not hot. She has plenty of water, so I know she’s not thirsty. I can only imagine that she must be stressed.
The best part of the day was when she laid next to me on the couch for the good part of an hour, sleeping fitfully. I worked on my laptop and would occasionally pet her. It was the only time today she seemed content. I will admit that I was content as well.
Dogs show their emotions through their eyes, ears and tails. Being an Australian Shepherd, Bandi has no tail–she has what we call a stub or a nub. Aussies don’t wag their tails, they wag their entire backsides.
I noticed yesterday that Bandi is not wagging her tail at all. It used to be that all you had to say was her name, “Bandi”, and her little nub would vibrate so fast you could feel a breeze. That’s not the case in the last few days. There actually seems to be no reaction emotionally from her.
Bandi is also a great kisser. You can say to her, “give me a kiss”, and she’ll put just the tip of her tongue out to give you the sweetest little kiss ever! She doesn’t do that now, either. She has stopped “talking” except for a few minutes in the morning. Otherwise, she’s been pretty quiet. That’s very un-Bandi-like.
Perhaps the medication she’s taking is a nub-supressant. I have decreased the frequency that she’s getting the Tramadol and Gabapentin. She seems to be walking mostly without a limp, but perhaps she’s still in more pain than she’s letting on. It could be that she’s simply not feeling good.
This is Bandi’s cute little Aussie butt. You can see how she stands will all her weight on her back right leg. The rear left leg is the one with the possible cancer, and the ACL tear. Poor baby. It must hurt so bad.
“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.”
Merry Christmas Eve! I have a short update on Bandi, my Aussie girl who supposedly has cancer in her leg.
Bandi continues to act a little strange. This picture shows her staring at the heater register. Her ears are up as though she’s hearing something, but I don’t know what it would be. Yes, it makes clicking noises when the heat comes on, but that’s nothing new. This is very concerning to her.
About 18 months ago Bandi did something similar. She started staring obsessively at a spot on the carpet in the living room. Her staring episodes lasted about a week. Then we began to smell it. Something had died under the floor, a mouse, a rat, or some other mammal, and it was filling our home with the smell of decomposition. Eventually the carpet had to be pulled back, and the floor re-sealed. It was a stinking mess, and Bandi had warned us!
Perhaps she’s waiting for Santa Claus to come through the heater register? I just don’t know. It is certain, though, that her senses are on overdrive.
I decreased the pain meds today because she is doing well — not limping hardly at all. She has increased urine frequency, and yet she doesn’t seem to be pooping very much. I think I may have to actually walk out into the yard with her and tell her to poop. I expect the steroids may also make her VERY hungry, but so far I haven’t seen clear evidence of that.
Tomorrow we will have family here, and Bandi will be very excited to see Sam. So, Merry Christmas from Bandi, and from me!
Bandi has seemed to be fairly comfortable today. I gave her the first dose of Gabapentin last night, and I think it’s helping her to be able to relax without causing her to be drowsy. She didn’t appear to limp as much today as in days past.
I also saw my friend Kim today, who suggested that we try an immune system building supplement called IMMUNOCAL
. Kim gave me some packets from her own supply to try, and Bandi had a packet with dinner tonight.
Bandi also started the Prednisone this morning. She now has a pretty extensive list of drugs, medications and supplements to take at various times of the day.
Breakfast: (between 6-7am)
Proin (for incontinence that she’s had since she was 6 months old)
Gabapentin (anti seizure drug)
Prednisone (Steriod for inflammation)
Afternoon: (between 2-3pm)
Dinner: (between 5-6pm)
Late night: (between 10-11pm)
I also ordered two essential oils (lavender and geranium) to help with inflammation and stress, among other things. Anything is worth trying!
“Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the
mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as
Arny and I did some Christmas shopping today, which gave Bandi several hours to rest. Not that she can’t rest when I’m home, but she just doesn’t. Bandi has always felt the need to follow me. When I move, she moves. Her devotion has always been rather endearing, but now I just wish she’d stay put. I know it hurts her to move.
This chair is one of Bandi’s favorite places to sleep. It’s getting harder each day for her to jump up on it. For the last several weeks she hangs her bad leg off of the chair as you see in this picture. I guess it must give her some relief. Poor little leg.
She likes to cuddle with me for a little while when I first go to bed, and even though she’d still try to jump up on the bed with me, I don’t want her to even try for fear that she’ll hurt herself more in the attempt. For that reason, I’ve been sleeping on the couch. It hasn’t helped my love life any, but it sure makes it easier to hear her at night in case she is restless or needs anything. She seems to sleep pretty well at night.
I talked with Dr. Jones today about Bandi’s swollen leg/ankle. She seems to think that the supposed cancer in Bandi’s knee is getting big enough that it may be blocking her lymphatic system from draining properly, and the fluid is backing up into her ankle. We discussed starting steroids to hopefully decrease the swelling. It may even help with the pain a little bit.
Another way to possibly decrease the pain is to give her Gabapentin. This is an anti-seizure drug, but it’s great for chronic pain as it causes the brain to interpret pain differently. I have taken Gabapentin myself to help my fibromyalgia pain, so I suggested it to Dr. Jones, and she agreed it would be a nice addition to what Bandi is already taking. I will start giving it to her tomorrow.
My sister called me tonight and suggested that some essential oils may help Bandi to get some relief from stress, if not from pain. She mentioned Lavender and a few other oils. I stopped by GOOD HEALTH store in Issaquah tonight, but unfortunately Wendy, the owner was not there, and the clerk was not all that helpful. He did suggest something called Rescue Remedy (which my sister had also mentioned), and I purchased a bottle. At this point, I’m ready to try anything no matter how ridiculous it may seem.
My son-in-law lost his boyhood dog today. She was a yellow lab named Bailey. (Yes, we know how ironic that it). Evidently, she was having trouble breathing and would not respond to Ben, my son-in-laws dad. She died in the car before he could even get out of the driveway while trying to get her to the vet. Very, very sad day for the in-laws. Bailey was 11 years old.
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”