Let me pause from my trip down memory lane to Sammie's puppyhood and the arrival of "uncle Max." (My mom basically considers Max my brother's and my canine sibling, so that makes him Sammie's uncle, right?)
This morning, Sammie didn't accept a treat. We're not talking about her usual dog food here, but a DOGGIE TREAT. These are usually fought for, if necessary, with adopted canine sister Pepper and most certainly welcomed with open, drooling mouth. Not this morning. This makes me sad. And concerned. This is not normal, not even for aging Sammie.
Sam & Pepper had their semi-annual "senior visits" to the vet last week. That's when I got the firm evidence that our observations were correct. Sammie, who has always been very slim to start with, has lost 20% of her body weight. This is not good. She has maintained her weight steadily at 40-42 lbs her entire adult life. No amount of treats, canned food, available-24-hrs-a-day regular food or even people food could make this dog weigh more than 42 lbs. That was her weight and she maintained it faithfully for the past 13 years. Until now.
We (meaning our family & the vet) don't know if the weight loss is due to the cancer or what, but we don't like seeing bones. She has been eating. Well, until this morning. I want to see her eat. This bothers me.
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