Alright, this is getting downright farcical, in a very tragic sort of way. I started a thread the other day about my mother, who is in the last stages of Alzheimer's and just started hospice care. Today I found out that our dear old Dexter, a basset of almost 13 years, our first child, has a cancerous tumor. We've kind of known there was something wrong since last autumn, but lately he's taken to blissfully taking a dump wherever he happens to be (inside, mostly) and seemingly oblivious to the whole procedure. Anyway, he has a tumor right around his left anal gland (I know, too much information), and it's most likely cancerous. I've started another round of antibiotics, this time with steroids, to see if it will keep him comfortable, but I know that soon we must make the decision to send him over the Rainbow Bridge, and with my mother probably having a month left too I am really upset. Godammit, I just got over DAD!!!! I was starting to feel BETTER!!!!
Okay, I'm alright. Sort of.
Nina
P.S. Oh, yes, now that I've finished my pity party, I needed to ask for opinions: How and when should we tell the children about Dexter? Jennie was there with me when Dexter had his exam, but our dear vet (who is a real live angel) purposely used very big words and then told me to call him tomorrow. I told her Dexter was very sick, and she was sad at the thought that we are going to lose two members of the family at the same time. Me too.