I've had a rotten weekend, not because of RA, but because we found out that our lovely little staffie, Tessa, has cancer and a very aggressive cancer at that. She has been off colour for a few days and we took her to the vet on Friday and after blood tests and other investigations, we got the news on Saturday that we were expecting but dreading. We have had her since she was a few weeks old and she is now nearly 15 so we are lucky in that we have had such a long time with her but it doesn't make this any easier, in fact it is just about unbearable.
After a long talk with the vet, we are proceeding with chemo which apparently works very well in dogs (without the side effects that humans suffer) and she had her first injection this morning along with a prescription of steroids. She is just brilliant, no barking or whining, she just takes it all in her stride. The chemo normally has a dramatic effect so we hope so much that it will do just that for our very special dog. We know that we do not have much longer with her but it is so very very difficult. I am sitting here typing with tears streaming down my face and I was a blubbery wreck at work this morning.
She has been fantastic all her life and it is so sad that staffies get such a bad press. She's there first thing in the morning waiting for me to come downstairs and get her breakfast, there when I get in from work with her tail wagging and desperate for her walk in the woods and she knows when I'm happy or sad, she never grumbles and shows unstinting loyalty.
I love my little Tessie - I don't know what we will do without her....