hello gentle readers. this is the beautiful trixie. dennis tells me dada has been remiss in updating you all on how i am doing. at least i think that’s what he’s trying to tell me. he gets excited sometimes and then he babbles and carries on.
now of course a little over three months ago the pathological people told mama and dada that i had something called a sarcoma in my intestinals and another tumor on my adrenal gland, as well as some other related tumors elsewhere. mama and dada decided it did not make sense at my age — i am at least sixteen years old now, and probably closing in on seventeen — to take out all those important body parts. instead they told me that they would keep me comfortable for as long as possible. i am still pretty comfortable so far.
i get ice cream most nights, and twice a day i get delicious broth with essiac tea in it. i am not sure what essiac tea is but i do know that drinking tea makes you sophisticated. i don’t see those nutty purebreds drinking tea around here. just me, the beautiful and sophisticated trixie.
i have good days and i have not so good days. mostly they are still good days. i don’t get around as well or as much as i used to, but dada brings me my food wherever i happen to be, and because of the tumor in my intestinals he brings me food three or four times a day, even if the portions are smaller.
you might notice that one of my ears looks a little floppier than the other. believe it or not, after saya had her aural hematoma, i had a small one, too. instead of big surgery like saya’s, mama and dada had the vet drain mine, and then they treated me with something called prednisone to help keep the hematoma from filling up again. i’m almost done with the prednisone now, which is good. even though it meant extra treats, it upset my stomach a little now and then.
i don’t get out to the park or on hikes much anymore, but i still get to go out on trips to the pet store, and every week i go see the chiropractor. and of course, i still get to spend many peaceful hours staring at the squirrels on the hill. or at least, peaceful minutes.
anyway, i don’t need to wander around the neighborhood to find out what’s cooking. when you’re a dog, the wind brings good things to your nose no matter where you might be.
i would like to thank everyone for the tail wags and purrs and power of the paw that has gotten me this far. the clock is ticking a little slower every day, but it’s still ticking. and when it stops, i’ll get to see tucker again, and we’ll go for a run together through the fields beyond the rainbow bridge, just like we used to do when we were young. and by “together” i mean tucker will run circles around me like a lunatic while i have a nice sedate walk, or maybe a trot. after all, i’m still a lady. except when i’m not.
this is the beautiful trixie, over and out.