09/27/2015
5 weeks ago POGO had 2-3 days of refusing to eat any solid food (even homemade from scratch chicken and rice soup--all he would do was drink the broth) and all he wanted to do was just lay around looking very puny. By Sunday though he was eating again, wagging his tail, wanting to play ball and wrestle with Riley. I had planned on taking Riley to the vet on that Monday morning but decided that even though POGO was almost back to normal I would take him to the vet instead of RIley. He had lost weight (down from 106 lbs to just 91 lbs) but my vet did not feel that he had a blockage (he was pooping even if it was just the squirts because of not eating any solid food) but she ordered a set of abdominal xrays just to make sure. The vet tech kinda messed up when they did his xrays as she did not hold his right hind leg out of the xray and (I always say that God doesn't let things happen for no reason) when Dr. Cottrell looked at his xray she spotted IT! POGO has been diagnosed with bone cancer. He has a growth at the end of his right femur, just above the knee.
I have held off telling anyone because they wanted to redo the xrays after 2-3 weeks to determine how aggressive the cancer is. Needless to say I have been a total wreck the past 4 1/2 weeks, not wanting to say anything to anyone until I knew for sure what we were dealing with. I was back at the vets with POGO this morning (see the pic below) and Dr. Cottrell redid the xrays a 3rd time and while it has changed it is not a huge change so the feeling is that it is not as aggressive as she thought it might be.
POGO is having more good days (days where he wants to play ball and wrestle with Riley) than bad/out of sort days so we are just giving him pain meds (he will call them his "nee pills" when he is writing on fb) as needed. He is semi-retired as my mobility assistance dog, no weight-bearing tasks like wheelchair assisting, pulling the grocery cart, pulling the shopping bags in the cart I built for him (he will carry lightweight individual bags) or taking the kitchen trash bags out to the trash bins. He will still, as long as he feels up to it, continue to open/close doors, pick up items that I drop, go to the fridge, open the door, get momma a bottle of water and bring it to me, strip the bed and pull the laundry hamper (it is on wheels so lightweight and easy to move) to the laundry room for me. As long as he is feeling good and not in much pain we will take him camping, out in the boat and to the lake so he can swim out and bring back his bumpers.
Please keep us in your prayers as that is what he and I need the most right now. Thanks for being such an awesome group of family and friends. I know that we will get through this because of all of you.