The fact is that the prednisone was not the miracle drug that mom and dad thought it should be so they decided that it was time to have a consultation with a specialist at Central.
The first thing they did was to weigh me. I have been a 70 pound boy for
as long as I can remember. At my vet's office only a little more than a week ago, I weighed 65 pounds. Not any more. I now weigh 63 pounds, which
is very concerning.
After much discussion, Dr S decided that she wanted to do x-rays and an ultrasound. They were looking for cancer and they didn't find her. YAY! They also did bloodwork and it will be shipped out to California for analysis and it will take time for results. The doctor wants to be absolutely certain that it is myositis. The first test that was done back in April was not conclusive. Dr A says there is a good kind of myositis that is very treatable and there is a not so good kind. We don't want to hear about the not so good kind so paws and fingers are crossed here that I can be helped and live a good long life with mom and dad and Molly.
My prednisone has been reduced in strength and I have been prescribed another immunosuppresant while we wait for the results of the test to come back.
Do you see that my collar and my bandaid wrap are color coordinated! Those techies are good but mom says they will never make it as Airedale groomers. They removed way too much furs from my tummy!
I refused to go on walkies with mom and dad and Molly this morning. I just wasn't feeling up to it but mom did take me on a fun walk around our yard.
I feel an unusually slight breeze on my belly.
Maybe we can go on a longer walk later on today. We'll see~