Okay, well, maybe that’s a little bit dramatic, but I’m super into Game of Thrones right now (haven’t caught up to the current season yet though, so no spoilers!) and I felt it was apt. Here’s why: A few months ago, I discovered a lump on Harry’s right side. Though I lapsed into steadfast denial at first, I finally took him to the vet yesterday to get it checked out. I was (understandably) worried, since both of my boys don’t have the best luck when it comes to their health. Daxter has had two major incidents where he had to be hospitalized, and Harry was diagnosed with canine lupoid onychodystrophy a couple of years ago (an autoimmune condition where his nailbeds routinely reject his nails, causing them to painfully fall out).
As you can imagine, I was very much fearing the worst. As they took Harry into the back to take a sample from his lump for inspection, I was already mentally calculating the cost of doggy chemotherapy. So what was the diagnosis?
It’s a lipoma, which is a fatty tumor but is totally benign! The vet said that it will never, ever become malignant, and unless it continues to grow (it’s about a centimeter right now), there’s no need to do anything about it. He said it’s the best possible kind of lump you can have! Hooray! Not today, cancer. Not today!
I don’t think it even needs to be said that my pups are my babies, so I’m very relieved. And this good news comes just in time for Harry’s big day on Saturday. My little man is turning EIGHT this weekend! Whoosh. Time really flies.
Have you ever had to deal with a pet health scare before? Or, more seriously, a real pet health issue?