Friday, July 11, 2014
Toby's tumor is back with a vengeance. The hair hasn't grown back, but the stupid tumor has. I am not amused.
This morning his leg was bleeding profusely and I couldn't get it to stop. I called the vet and they worked us in. The diagnosis? Nothing we can do, it's a matter of time.
That was hard enough to hear but then the vet started talking about putting Toby down. Um, not just no... How do you know when it's time? Just because his leg bled on my floor doesn't feel like the right time to me. Besides, life w/o Toby is hard to imagine.
On a lighter note: While I had my back turned, trying to get things ready to head to the vet, Toby got up on the good couch, where he knows he's not allowed to be, pulled off the wrap and bled all over my good couch! Grrrrr!
Big Boy Toby:
Just not ready to let go.