I posted a small little tribute to Finn on Facebook, as I have done for the last six years. However, I wanted to take a moment to expand upon it here. Six years ago I was heading into a dark place. I was depressed and battling anxiety, and I knew if I didn’t do something …
Edith Wharton once said, “My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.” And that took on a whole new meaning for me on #MSUMonday for #FinnsHeart
MSU is a 2-hour, 20-minute roundtrip drive. And, like over planner I am, I overpacked. My mom just shook her head when I walked out of the house. My mom offered to make the trip with me, because it’s a long, emotional ride home if it’s bad news. …Continue Reading
I am asking for your prayers. And maybe that sounds like a silly request, and for some, maybe especially after you read why, but nonetheless I am.
I took Finn to the vet this morning for his yearly checkup. He’s 2 years old now and to look at him and play with him you’d think he’s totally healthy. That said, today his vet heard the distinct sound of a heart murmur and is recommending he see a doggie cardiologist. (I’m sure that’s the professional title.)
It may be nothing to worry about. He may have always had it. And while last year, at his physical it wasn’t picked up on, last year his regular vet was on maternity leave and he saw a fill in. So while I’m sure she’s great, maybe the fill in didn’t know him well enough or pick up on it. I think his regular care giver is extremely knowledgeable and thorough. And frankly well adapt at dealing with a “helicopter pet parent.” And I’m thankful for her due diligence and constant attention to detail.
But never the less, while she was explaining how the heart works and that he might need medication I went straight to “is he going to have a sudden heart attack and die? Because you just said ‘cardiologist’ and ‘heart decease’ in … Continue Reading ››