I had scheduled Murphy for a vet visit on Saturday, but in light of his lethargy all weekend, I was concerned again about dehydration, so I moved it up to late this afternoon. Of course, when I got home and picked him up, he was bouncy and much more like himself, and I was wondering if I was just being crazy.
He saw the same vet he saw last time. This time, she felt a mass in his abdomen. An x-ray confirmed that something is in there.
Wednesday, ultrasound and biopsy. Then we will know where we stand. It may be something benign that can be removed. Or not.
I am reeling. Too numb to cry. And also thinking it through - he's not in any pain - the vet even remarked that he didn't flinch at all when she palpated the mass - and this is a dog who falls over lame if a pine needle sticks to his leg while he's walking. So he's not in pain - and I hear him shoving his food dish around the floor, getting every bite of the chopped chicken breast I just fed him. But he has lost more weight. He's just 7.0 lbs. now - 3 weeks ago he was 7.4 lbs. That's a significant loss for a wee little dog.
And now I think I'll go sit on the garage floor and rip carpet for an hour or so - I feel a need to slash viciously at something.