Zeke had a small hard lump on his abdomen so he was at work with me sunday night getting a needle aspirate of it to send off to the lab. He had been acting 100% normal, we were assuming it was a soft tissue sarcoma - usually benign, and you just want to remove them when they're smaller.
Yesterday morning at 9am we did full vitals and the doctor did a full physical exam on him to complete his medical chart, as we knew we would likely do surgery on it to remove it, just to be safe.
He walked to the dumpsters with me at work to dump the trash. He was walking really slow, just seemed tired, but I assumed it was the tramadol I had given him the night before for the aspirate because it can cause sedation. It was a low dose he's received numerous times. He wasn't acting sick. Just a little sedate.
He vomited in the car on the way home, bile, but I was hoping it was just because he hadn't eaten. At home he was a lot dumpier, but still up, alert, drinking some water. Heart rate and respiratory rate were fine, gum color looked fine. Not bloated or distended feeling. Soft abdomen. I called my doctor and we decided if he didn't seem better within a few hours I would take him back into work. I would of taken him then, but I was SO Tired from the overnight shift and the drive home, I didn't want to risk driving back up.
I laid down with him at 11:30 am. I woke up at 2 pm to check on him, and he was taking his last breath.
So sudden, and so heartbreaking. I felt so guilty for not taking him back to work. I felt like I had somehow killed him. Was it the polyurethane I had coated the floors with last tuesday? Did poking the mass somehow kill him??
Luckily necropsy eased my guilt. Hemangiosarcoma - mass on his heart had caused pericardial effusion - he had bled into the sack around his heart and that's what had killed him. He also had mets all throughout his lungs, and a mass on his spleen. I had done full chest and abdominal films in December to look for masses, just as a preemptive senior profile I did every 6 months. They had been perfectly clean.
It was fast moving, and there was nothing anyone could of done. My surgeon said even without the bleed, because of all the masses in his lungs, he would of been gone within a week. It was completely unrelated to the lump on his abdomen and just pure coincidence.
My poor Beakers.... only 7 yrs old
It's something I expected to happen eventually, owning a breed predisposed to hemangiosarc. I just wanted at least 10 years with him. Even though a thousand years still wouldn't be enough.
He was my first dog. And I miss him so much.
R.I.P. Zeke. I'm grateful it was quick for you, and with minimal suffering. That much at least, we can be grateful for.