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So we're not sure how much longer The Foofa is going to be with us.
He was diagnosed with cancer and an unknown growth on his liver in October of '06 and Dr. Jones just told us to make him as comfy as possible. We've been expecting the worst since, but here we are over a year later and he's still alive and kicking.
Last night I heard him thrashing around in the kitchen and I went down to check on him. He was in a panic... He was trying to rub his face so I thought he had something stuck in his teeth so I laid him on his dog bed to have a look. He started scratching his face with his paws frantically and eventually just straightened his paws out in front of him - at that point I realized he couldn't get any air so I picked him up, carried him to the carpet, and started trying the heimlich maneuver as best as I could on a dog. After a few attempts he made a huge coughing noise and got very calm. Phew! We were both pretty scared!
I miss the foofa that I once knew. I wonder what his quality of life is now. He doesn't see or hear very well, has difficulty walking, doesn't wag his tail and generally seems unaware.. but he's eating fine, drinking a ton (signs of potential liver failure) and still loves attention and a good schmoog. He doesn't seem to be in pain, so it's so hard.
They're predicting a "wintery mix" on Thursday... I hope that it's snow for my foofa. That's his favorite thing ever.
He was diagnosed with cancer and an unknown growth on his liver in October of '06 and Dr. Jones just told us to make him as comfy as possible. We've been expecting the worst since, but here we are over a year later and he's still alive and kicking.
Last night I heard him thrashing around in the kitchen and I went down to check on him. He was in a panic... He was trying to rub his face so I thought he had something stuck in his teeth so I laid him on his dog bed to have a look. He started scratching his face with his paws frantically and eventually just straightened his paws out in front of him - at that point I realized he couldn't get any air so I picked him up, carried him to the carpet, and started trying the heimlich maneuver as best as I could on a dog. After a few attempts he made a huge coughing noise and got very calm. Phew! We were both pretty scared!
I miss the foofa that I once knew. I wonder what his quality of life is now. He doesn't see or hear very well, has difficulty walking, doesn't wag his tail and generally seems unaware.. but he's eating fine, drinking a ton (signs of potential liver failure) and still loves attention and a good schmoog. He doesn't seem to be in pain, so it's so hard.
They're predicting a "wintery mix" on Thursday... I hope that it's snow for my foofa. That's his favorite thing ever.