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| Mid October 2009 Logan began showing an occasional gag reflex, having a difficult time swallowing, what appeared to be inflamation in the glandular area of the neck, etc. After seeing her veterinarian, and seeing specialists, going through multiple barium x-ray series, ultrasound's, needle aspirations, and blood labs ... ALL with unremarkable results ... it was tentatively diagnosed as an idiopathic neurological disorder. Logan had a great appetite, no fever, lots of energy. Late October 2009 Logan was always athletic and in good shape. When she was a pup, she had a tendency to get pudgy, but that was my fault - too many training treats maybe :). Nevertheless, she was the AVID fence runner and never let anyone else jump higher than she could. Did not particularly like to be road worked next to the bike ... but would run that fence until she literally made a trench. At her last dog show, in Salem, OR, she looked suddenly VERY thin to me. Her handler even said to me that one more pound and she would be "Skinny". She was right. After the dog show, I took the dogs back to the hotel, cleaned them up and took them out to potty - noticing Logan was very soft-stooled and it looked dark. She was eating fine and her temp was normal ... She showed no signs of fatigue ... maybe she got too much bait?!?! A benign conclusion, but ... not likely. Later that weekend, she had a bad bout of diarrhea and it appeared to have dark bloody appearance. As soon as I got home that day, I got a sample which was taken to the emergency vet for analysis, results: no parasites, no foreign matter, minute amounts of blood - possibly from straining or an ulcer; normal levels of everything else. Treated for diarrhea & had more blood labs run: all within normal limits except red blood cell count was low - I knew this was not good - we HAD to find the bleed. Sent out for further evaluation; otherwise unremarkable. Findings: inconclusive; watch for a temperature rise, behavior changes, etc. Mid November 2009 Logan was now under the watchful eye of everyone involved in her health. I had to go to Texas to take a puppy home, and she was left here with Todd, the family and given GREAT care by Dog-Sitter-Deb while I was gone. Upon my returning home, Logan was failing. She was thin - even though has a solid reliable appetite ... and she had experienced loss of control of her bowels with bloody stool one while I was gone, but appeared fine. I tried to think of anything I may have been remiss about in her regular care ~ great diet, great exercise, lots of affection, consistent vet care; she was given HeartGuard regularly; she was wormed (Nemex-2), on schedule, (I recommend this especially since all of the Katoba Dobermans eat a healthy raw and fresh foods diet), she was cleared through titers of needing any vaccinations; we don't use ANY pesticides or fertilizers outside, nor herbicides or pesticides inside the house ... but, I did hire Terminix to spray outside last summer (they guaranteed 100% pet safe products); then I considered the recent MUSHROOM colonies that have developed with the wet weather... I was looking for any answer to the bloody stool - I do not care WHO or WHAT you are - THAT is NOT "okay". Logan's grand-sire, Taylor, died from eating poisoned mushrooms, so, I immediately found every nasty shroom on the back property and dug them up. I took the different species in for analysis - and they started 'toxicology labs', the results of which, apparently, can take quite some time to get back. A local professional gardener was able to positively identify each of the mushroom species, in the meantime, and found none of them to be in a family of those fatally damaging to humans or animals ... although, she admitted, she would not eat them herself :). Labs were sent out on Logan again ~ all within normal limits except the presence of the blood. That said, Logan kept losing weight, was drinking excessive amounts of water, and suddenly had bouts of little control over her bodily functions and we 'lived' at the vets office. Sunday, November 22, 2009 Up all night with Logan - taking her out as each time she wakes up she potties and is embarrassed if she does not make it to the door. No need to let her feel humiliated - so, it will just be an on-going slumber party until we can fix this problem! During her mid-night massage tonight, I felt a small lump in her belly. I could move it around & it was hard. Could she have a blockage that SOMEHOW we had missed in all the xrays and ultrasounds?? That was a more comforting thought than a possible tumor ... cancer. Monday came and went with Logan appearing a bit happier, albeit her energy level was limited to 5 seconds of fence run then hours of rest ... and a lot of moaning while she slept. She had terrible gas, so I figured that was the reason for the moaning. I was thinking myself full circle - my head said she had cancer ... my heart said I was "thinking the zebra when this was just a horse" . The lab results should show SOMETHING soon, and for now, I needed to just be comforting to Logan. I had already scheduled for another ultrasound for Tuesday, I told the vet office I really thought I felt a tumor and it had come on literally THAT day. Tuesday, November 23, 2009 I had to work this morning, so Todd was the "doc on duty" until I returned. By that afternoon, Logan's gums were not as pink as I like. It seemed there was just 'nobody home' when I looked in her eyes. She was frightened by everything - could this be a sign of severe pain or is she having trouble seeing? While she's not a big bitch, her perfect, lean, "show" weight was always 68.5# ~ she was down to 62#. And, that tennis ball sized "lump" I felt in her belly had now quadrupled in size - in ONE day. My "false hope" of a blockage went out the window ... that was now smothered by knowledge and common sense. Things that a dog could swallow, do not "grow" when they hit the gut. Upon examination, Dr. Nottingham was shocked by this large mass that had not been felt in ANY previous exam. He decided immediately upon another needle aspiration, during ultrasound. Logan laid on her back in the form on the table ~ with me, Bethany-the-assistant, and Kathy-the-Surgical-tech, (Logan loves them both), holding and comforting her through the procedure. Her belly was shaved & cells were aspirated. Within minutes, the results showed overwhelming presence of lymphocytes, possible lymphoblasts. High-grade intestinal lymphoma is not curable, and in Logan's case, is not remotely operable. Extensive chemotherapy treatments would provide limited improvement on quality of life, BUT, only for a VERY short period of time. Her life would probably end before the treatments did. This tumor was taking over her precious body. She was not able to absorb ANY nutrients through diet and was starving to death. Her red blood cell count was way too low and she was literally bleeding out slowly through the bowel. She had bouts of visible discomfort which means she was in terrible pain - Doberman are so stoic you rarely know if they hurt. I decided against Chemotherapy, but was too shocked and sad to make "that" decision yet. Dr. Nottingham pointed out that with no therapy at all, she would go very quickly ... days maybe. He prescribed Metronidozole for the diarrhea, and "Tramadol hcl" for pain control. I took Logan home and decided to watch her, love her as usual, sleep with her, try to keep her pain free and let her call the shots. She wants to eat each meal - and in between - she slept most of the evening and did not get up but twice during the night to go out. This cannot be happening - and now, I am pretending I will wake up and this will be a bad dream ... a night-terror of sorts. We are sending this latest la work out to forensics ... i DO trust Dr. Not's diagnosis ... I am looking for a different one though ... just to satisfy my selfish, un-accepting heart. If that weren't enough ... much to my horror ~ it is the EXACT day, (2 days before Thanksgiving), 2 years ago - when Piper was diagnosed with Hemangiosarcoma, dieing 5 days later. It is a gravely sad time in our home. Wednesday, November 25, 2009 Lab work came back consistent with advanced intestinal lymphoma ... Official diagnosis: Alimentary Lymphoma, (*see below). I had to go to the McLaughlin house today, where Angie was kind enough to take some pictures of Logan and I - a spur of the moment thought, realizing I had no candids of my girlie and I. Angie worked her magic and brought some life to Logan's now very thin, but still lovely, face. Poor Ronin, (Int'l CH Katoba's Emerald Warrior CGC TDI) ... he just could not understand why Logan - his usually playful, teasing, tough-romping, overly rambunctious sister - did not want anything to do with him. Being the proper therapy dog that he is, he waited quietly on his bed until we were done. Then, Logan gave a few quick wags of her tail at Ronin, at the girls, and at Angie. Then, she had to rest on their floor - it was wearing her out just being away from home. I felt terrible, although I treasure Angie's generosity, the children's patience, and Ronin's understanding while we stayed to have pictures taken ~ I am glad we did it and will treasure the photos forever, (above). Thank you, Angie. The 20 minute drive and 10 minute photo session exhausted Logan ... she is now home and resting on her bed with her woobie. Didn't want food until late tonight & was very sick all night. |
| My precious Logan ~ "Right now, I'm too sad and bitter to know what I should say. I'm sorry if that's selfish, but, I desperately want you to stay. Just another woobie-snuggle, or some puddle-stomping play. Even an argument with your sister where you always get your say. You are still a baby ... ... why would God take you away? I can't find words of joy right now, my tears are in the way. Maybe a note of remembrance ... ... on another day." ~ Mom |
| Can Int'l CH Katoba's Emerald Classic |
| March 4, 2007 ~ November 27, 2009 |
| THIS is how I want to remember my Lovely-Lavendar-Lollipop |
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