Matilda is doing well. Her fur has a lovely thickness and fuzziness to it. Her face is calmer and more alive. She is a little debilitated in the leg department! Her arthritis and slight neurological impairment slows her down, but she remains dedicated to seeking out all people and dogs who are walking on the sidewalk near us. She is strong, and if she wants to sniff additional blades of grass, she will not listen to me as I urge her to come, even if I pull gently on the leash. That shows her determined spirit and appreciation of the finer things in life (sniffing and sauntering and making friends). Later, in the evenings, after her dinner, she stares at me intensely and then begins her campaign with little high pitched barks. She wants all kinds of treats. Last night she was able to get 9 treats! Sweet potato chews are a nice addition. There are many others.
Her love-interest, Coby, is doing well, but is still healing from his infection, and has not been able to get together for their post-chemo reunion. We will keep everyone posted.
Matilda had her three week diagnostic check-up yesterday at Blue Pearl, and we are waiting for some of the results, but everything that was done yesterday showed a healthy dog with no signs of cancer. Matilda’s foot injury seems to be healing well, but is still not completely healed. Today we should learn more. Of course, the sad truth is that it isn’t possible to know how long the remission will last. It could be a month, or it could be more. We find ourselves in this difficult place of slightly muzzled hope. One thinks “If only I could really learn to stay in the moment”. This moment is the one where Tillie is resting calmly and peacefully on her red dog bed without a care in the world. I imagine us sailing along on a cloud. She is alive, with soft fur, sweet face and a cute bandage on her foot.
And so we segue into our unexpected happening aspect of Lymphoma and chemo. Unbeknownst to many of us, Matilda has a secret boyfriend at Chemo. Lately, some pictures of them together were leaked to me, and to her boyfriend’s people! His name is Coby, and he is a Golden Retriever. I think there was a little gossip earlier, and some speculation, but now it has been confirmed. Not only is there a lot of cuddling and nuzzling going on, but Matilda is now officially a Cougar-Greyhound. Coby is only four years old . (Matilda is 13). Of course, it is bittersweet that they have met and formed this great love at a time in their lives when they both face death. But do they know this? I don’t think so. And of course, we all face death. Most of the time we carry on as if we didn’t know this. We must celebrate this love between Coby and Matilda. I hope that they both are healthy long enough to have a reunion visit (and more).
(Coby wrote an e-mail about himself and Matilda, but Matilda is not sure that she can get it onto this post. If she can’t, she will do it over the weekend).
Matilda is now one week post-last-round-of-chemo. She had blood work done yesterday, and her paw wound was checked by the vet. She is fine. Her energy has been low, probably because of the humid weather here. Matilda is gobbling down her food, and eating on her own, from her “big girl bowl”. Tonight she was dancing around begging for treats. Wherever I go in the neighborhood, if Matilda is not with me, people ask about her. Some times people yell from across the street, “HOW IS MATILDA?”
Hi everyone. This is a picture of me relaxing. The truth is, I’m feeling a little weak from my last chemo. Mom is hand-feeding me, and I do enjoy the food. It is quite meditative to eat the food, kibble piece by kibble piece, even thought it does take a long time.
Also, mom hurt her back, and it really is hard for her to do all the things for us that she does. We hope she will be better in a few days. We might not post for a day or two.
I cannot believe it, but Matilda has completed the L-CHOP Chemotherapy Protocol Treatment for Lymphoma. She is in remission, and doing pretty well. I thought I would want to celebrate if we reached this day. Instead of losing her six months ago, her life has been extended, and is pretty good. Our neighbors saw her last night, and remembered when they had helped me get her back into the apartment when she had collapsed in front of the building and was diagnosed the next day. They were excited by how bright and alive her eyes are now, and how fast her tail was wagging, and that she was trying to get them to give her their food.
I am extremely thankful to have her still, and to see what a strong soul she is. She loves life, and struggles to hang in there even when not feeling that great. As soon as she feels well, she does her dancing around, flinging her long legs all about, nosing me and insisting on certain treats. Always, on our walks, she wants people on the sidewalk to pet her, and to hang out with whatever people and dogs are there. The sweetness of this 13 year old pup combined with the knowledge that she was put up for adoption from a divorcing couple when she was age eight make her my hero.
When she feels better from this last chemo, I want to do something special for her. Maybe I will invite her favorite people over, and we can all read to her and cuddle with her. She loves that!
Matilda is home and getting comfy on her dog bed. She has this bandage on her paw and leg. It isn’t supposed to get wet. Of course it is pouring. She isn’t eating tonight, but the doctor said to just let her rest. I know just about anyone feels pretty anxious when that special dog will not eat. I am no different. I am worried tonight, but will try to stay calm, and then sleep. Thank you everyone for your supportive, beautiful comments.