Yesterday, I took Tiny Dog to our regular veterinarian to follow up on this weekend's event. As we sat in the waiting room, I took the opportunity to read the report from the emergency vet. The most humorous part was the line that read: "Patient fractious: did not examine mouth." Hee. There was a teeny muzzle involved, no doubt.
The most alarming part, though, was the note that her heart murmur is now grade VI of VI. That is bad news.
Two and a half years ago, we learned that Tiny Dog has dilated cardiomyopathy. At that time, it seemed that the disease was advancing quickly, given the rapid increase of her heart murmur. We thought we had a year -- perhaps two -- left with Tiny Dog. She has been doing so well, though, that I had forgotten that the days were numbered. We have been on borrowed time. Oh, no.
The good news is, she does not yet show signs of congestive heart failure. She has no fluid buildup, not much cough. She is slowing down, though, and her breathing rate, even at rest, is twice that of New Old Dog. Alas.
I have taken to carrying her around as much as possible. She seems to enjoy it, and I derive comfort from knowing she is content.
I do not like this uncertainty. Days? Weeks? Months? A year yet? We do not know.
We will do the best we can for you, Tiny Dog. We love you very much.
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