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Well, Wes came home last night w/his Holter monitor. Seems to be doing okay with it -- I was worried that he'd try to shred the bandages that are holding it in place. Other than trying to shake them off, he's pretty much leaving them alone. I think he thinks it's his service-dog vest, so he's ignoring it.
I am dutifully keeping the log: Wesley eats. Wesley pees. Wesley sleeps. Wesley naps. Wesley rests. Wesley snores....
Such a life!
Dr said that most of the bloodwork is back (still waiting on the detailed Lyme's panel) and that it reveals nothing. Nada. So good news there.
And I was asked a really tough question -- one that I struggled with. The practice wanted to know if I would volunteer Wes for a study on TVD (tricuspid valve dysplasia). It would involve a blood-draw at this stage (which didn't bother me one iota) and then this: After his eventual passing, whenever that would be, I would need to agree to have his heart removed and sent to U of P Vet School.
...ulp...
MAN, I labored over this decision. Would love to help other Labs who may face this.
But the thoughts of him having his heart removed post-mortem and shipped off... I dunno. It made me very sad.
I want his ashes. When he goes. Plant them w/a tree and all that. And the thoughts of him being not-whole.... bothered me.
I dunno...
I can change my mind if I want.
Eileen got the biggest laugh over all this when I got home, pointing out an irony that escaped me at the moment:
I am an organ donor. Have been for decades.
Yet I said NO to this.
Weird, huh?
I am dutifully keeping the log: Wesley eats. Wesley pees. Wesley sleeps. Wesley naps. Wesley rests. Wesley snores....
Such a life!
Dr said that most of the bloodwork is back (still waiting on the detailed Lyme's panel) and that it reveals nothing. Nada. So good news there.
And I was asked a really tough question -- one that I struggled with. The practice wanted to know if I would volunteer Wes for a study on TVD (tricuspid valve dysplasia). It would involve a blood-draw at this stage (which didn't bother me one iota) and then this: After his eventual passing, whenever that would be, I would need to agree to have his heart removed and sent to U of P Vet School.
...ulp...
MAN, I labored over this decision. Would love to help other Labs who may face this.
But the thoughts of him having his heart removed post-mortem and shipped off... I dunno. It made me very sad.
I want his ashes. When he goes. Plant them w/a tree and all that. And the thoughts of him being not-whole.... bothered me.
I dunno...
I can change my mind if I want.
Eileen got the biggest laugh over all this when I got home, pointing out an irony that escaped me at the moment:
I am an organ donor. Have been for decades.
Yet I said NO to this.
Weird, huh?