Got Snoop back from the clinic this morning. He had been there since Tuesday morning for the surgery. He looks well and lively. The diagnosis was what I have prepared myself for. The lump was a kind of tumour and with a bit of it left in place, it will keep growing back at the same spot. This will require painful and stressful surgery everytime it needs to be cut off. The sorta good news is that it is not an aggressive tumour and it hasn’t spread anywhere else, but it might over time.
The vet and I both agree that having repeated surgery to cut it out is not a good long term solution. Plus, by leaving the tumour to grow, Snoop might develop cancer somewhere else. So the other option is amputation of the leg and it will be scheduled for sometime next week. I wasn’t sad about it because it really had to be done, though I wonder how will it affect his personality.
My family and cousins were more shell-shocked because they haven’t been updated about it as constantly as I was. It’d be an interesting time helping him walk on three legs, but better a live dog than a dead one. I’ve always been practical about things, and I is definitely not sentimental.
No point dwelling on what couldn’t be avoided. Instead I’m going to focus on the positive – Snoop’s only 6 this year. He’s got quite a few more years left in him yet. 🙂