Here’s the ending. Tank is fine. No surprises about a disaster during surgery. I am not able to write that kind of thing about my own dog of the decade. But really, this in about how to talk to Tankster and explain the details of what will happen to him and his recovery.
Me to Tank: “OK Tank, here’s the deal. You have a growing cyst at the end of your beautiful tail. The Doctor is going to try to remove it in such a way that we can save your fluffy white tail flag.”
Me to Tank: “I know that everything will be fine. But this thing can rupture. You could bleed out when I am not at Casa Canine. It needs to be done. Let’s go for a morning ride in the snow. I know you don’t understand. And I know you think you are going to the dog park. And I have to believe you are curious why we are not in the van with your Casa Canine housemates.”
Ok Tank, be good, I will be back for you later. These are good doctors.
Then I got the message on Facebook. from the Vet.
Vet: We had to dock the tip of his tail. It was a sebaceous cyst.
Me: I understand. thanks. I will miss his flag
Vet: He still has a flag. It’s at 3/4 staff…
And then Tank came home. He was on pain medications. And bandaged heavily. And he was good, until the morphine wore off.
Me: “I know Tank, I am sorry for your pain. We had to do this. I need for us to be together a lot longer. Please. I am sorry you are hurting. Can we snuggle? How can I ease your pain?”
Docking a tail is not a normal procedure for an 11 year old dog. Painful enough for puppies. But for a senior, well I guess it is similar to an adult tonsillectomy in human. But Tank it must be done. If the cyst continues to grow, and it is growing, it can burst. An you can bleed out. And something simple could become something tragic.
Oh how I wish I could be like Dr. Doolittle. The Tankster and I are linked in spirit and we seem to communicate. But it is not like he will blog, and he has never read any of my posts. How much easier would this be to explain why we had to remove the tip of his glorious tail. If I could just talk to the animals.
I have heard folks say something of this sort, “I wish I could become a dog, and just explain to my dog in dog language.” I watch the dogs communicate at the park, they really do speak a language they can understand between each other. Or at least that is the appearance of what I think to be true.
I really wanted Tank to understand. I really love him. I really wanted to take his pain. I hate to see him suffer. Many dog owners are like this I think. We talk to our dogs.
And of course, as it does do in my life, that starts my wheels turning about spiritual things. And this is my thought for the day.
If I were God, and I wanted to talk to people, how much easier would that be to come to Earth as a person and try to explain what was going on. If I were God, I would love for you to know me as you see me in Nature, and in babies and puppies, and in the stars and the mountains. And I would try to make it obvious.
But a moment of conversation, Person to person. Well that could make a difference. And for some, this is what happened in fact.
John 1: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. . . .The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.”
Well I need to go now. Tank and I have some talking to do.