At 0800 today my friend, and good companion, my dog Coco, was admitted to the Annandale Animal Hospital.
Last Thursday, the War Office and I, took Coco to see Doctor Nick, about a growth on a toe, on his back, left foot, which, though not seeming to give him any trouble, was growing ever larger.; and also to give Coco a thorough check up.
Dr Nick, did not like the look of the growth, and took some samples to do a biopsy, advising us that it would have to be removed, and might necessitate the complete removal of the toe, depending on it’s nature.
He rang later that night, and told me that it didn’t look good, and received my okay to send it off for full scale, deep probe at the laboratories, and with luck I’d get the report the next afternoon; the Friday.
It wasn’t until Tuesday of this week, that the full report came through, and Dr. Nick called me straight away.
Not good news. A malignant melanoma! The toe had to go; saspo!
To be on the safe side, and to make sure the cancer hadn’t spread, Dr Nick suggested a full body scan, whilst Coco was under the anaesthetic; to which we readily agreed.
“And while we’re about it, and as he’s under how about we check his teeth?” “Do it!” “Whatever needs doing do it; he’s our precious dog!” Actually I did say ‘baby’ not dog 😌.
Dr Nick is kind of new to the hospital, and the operation was to be carried out by Dr Joanna, a lovely Irish lady, and has been a favourite of ours for some time now, a loving caring veterinary surgeon, ably assisted by Dr Leanne.
Coco was in the very best of hands. But that doesn’t dispel the worry.
Around 1600 hours, Dr Joanna, rang to say that the operation was a complete success, there is no sign of the cancer spreading, everything appears to be in good shape; I enquired as to what time I could come and pick him up; Dr Nick had told me that Coco would probably just be in for day surgery; and Dr Joanna dealt me a devastating blow; “I’d like to keep him in overnight after such a big operation and make sure he’s away from any chance of getting an infection”.
How could I say no?
I sure feel lonely tonight without him, nudging and tapping me with a paw, telling me it’s time for food/treats and more food, more treats, a bit of a cuddle; he does like to keep me busy.
Dr Joanna told me that his teeth were cleaned, x-rayed, and are fine, he can keep them all, and most importantly I can pick him up at 10 am tomorrow, only 14 hours away, but it will seem like an eternity.
I doubt I’ll get much sleep tonight.
As you see I’ve added a few pictures, which I took from the Annandale Animal Hospitals Website; Dr. Teresa was the founder of the hospital and Dr Gwilym is the co-owner; he’s Welsh, as you’ve probably gathered by the name and when I first met him I asked him to sing he declared that he couldn’t, I’ve never met a Welshman before that cannot sing, he’s a very fine surgeon.
And Lando? He’s the hospitals receptionist and likes to greet everyone on their arrival, except for cats, Lando is scared of cats and runs and hides, I love him