…and quacks like a duck, it’s probably a duck.
A lady on the retired greyhound facebook group said this to me the day Moo broke his leg and encouraged us to amputate. Turns out she was right. the results came back from the lab today and it was intermediate stage Osteosarcoma. I guess the good news is that we took the right decision in amputation, and he’s doing really really well on 3 legs. His appetite is good, better than before, in fact, and he genuinely seems thrilled to be alive.
We took him for a check up with our vet on Monday and he said that he was fit enough to go on short walks with us so we walked him into the field where the dogs play and brought a bed for him to lie on while Toddy romped around with his doggie buddies. Moo had his equivalent of a big daft grin on his face the entire time. I finally had my “it was worth it” moment seeing that he could still enjoy whatever time he has left with us.
Miller’s a fighter but he’s an old dog, we’re going to talk to the oncologist on Monday to decide how to proceed. My fiance is off on his Stag do this weekend. Would have been nice to have gotten the news when he was around but I think I’ll save telling him until he gets back. I feel bad that he was probably in quite a lot of pain before he broke the leg but didn’t show it. Then again he broke his leg by charging around like the goof ball that he is… Maybe the break was a blessing in disguise and we’ve caught it early, I can only hope!