We’re back from the vet. Such a nice vet! Spoke us through everything in detail.
Normal blood tests for his age. Vet was amazed they were this good in such an old dog. We’ve tried hard over the years to keep him healthy! Fresh and varied unprocessed food. Minimal chemicals. Regular exercise. Emotional needs met. You’d think he’d be 100% healthy!!
Prostate sample on the slides showed lots of long filament bugs, vet said indication of infection. Lots of them. Laboratory will test and tell exactly what bug to target with a specific antibiotic. But the vet said he can’t wait for those precise results, Snowie must immediately start a course of antibiotics that penetrate the prostate (some drugs can’t get in). Infection is localised, no indication from blood tests of infection spread throughout the body.
Vet also injected metacam and gave Rimadyl to take daily. Said Snowie must be in terrible pain (the vet’s brother had prostatitis and said it felt like he had a pineapple inside him). The vet reckons Snowie has had this for a while and consulted his notes. He noted 2 years ago the enlarged prostate and in his notes said we should check it every 3 months. I have no recollection of that. But if I don’t write things down, I don’t always remember them! Vet felt bad he’d not kept up the frequent checking.
The laboratory will also check for cancer although the vet doesn’t think he has cancer.
He recommended we start the meds to reduce the size of the prostate. He thinks it’s better than full castration due to risk of weight gain. He said Snowie’s feet are so bad from folliculitis (allergies and resulting changes in the feet tissue) and eventual old-age arthritis that any weight gain will make it difficult for him to walk. He only recommends full castration if we can be super careful about what he eats. Snowie is such a scavenger and we live in a high foot traffic area and a culture of discarding food on the pavement or in the gutter that it would be impossible to walk him anywhere.
Snowie was whining and then barking when he heard us talking at the vet through a closed door. So at least he could hear us!
He ate a tiny bit of lunch. He must be feeling awful to not wolf down the chicken. He wouldn’t take it from his bowl and would only eat a bit by hand before walking away. He’s now on his bed sleeping although did look up when the doorbell rang—the pool guys came to clean the pool. Makes me immensely happy that he still hears these things; ear meds must be working.
Vet said if no improvement over the weekend, back to him on Monday. Otherwise he’ll call on Wednesday with lab results.
Whew. This poor dog.
At least he made it onto his bed this time:
