All the ladies in the audience must be saying, “Hey, you gave your woman a rock, and we ain’t seen it yet. What gives?” And if you’re not, why not? Isn’t that what you girls do?
!@(thering.jpg popimg: “The Ring”)Anywho, since I have to force this stuff on you, here it is. The diamond is courtesy of my mother. That’s the same one my father gave to her well over 40 years ago. As a matter of fact, it’s a bit of a family heirloom. The gemologist estimated that it was cut around 100 to 150 years ago. The setting, however, is new. Although it does resemble the ring Lisa’s mom wore, which makes it a very nice combination of both families.
And now onto the stone.
Unfortunately this time I’m not talking about the diamond. I’m refering to what the doctor feels is truly wrong with Teddy. He quickly learned to avoid the crushed pills of Baytril and, after limited success with the liquid form, he stopped eating. From there the vet had us stop the treatment and prescribed something to help his apetite – which barely worked. The entire time his weight spiraled further downward. In the end, we rushed him to the hospital. This time the vet took the x-rays shown below. There appears to be a stone (or possibly a tumor) somewhere around his bladder.
!@(teddyxray1.jpg:L190 popimg: “Top x-ray of Teddy”) !@(teddyxray2.jpg:R190 popimg: “Side x-ray of Teddy”)
This is not a matter of money. Regardless of whether or not I could afford the $1200 for the necessary surgery, there’s only a small chance he could fully recover. Most likely we would need to force feed him, and give him constant care. And even then, he’s already close to 6 years old, and could probably only make it another year. So we’ve made an appointment for tomorrow to ease his suffering and put him to sleep. It’s not an easy decision, but we made it for his sake. At this point, prolonging his pain would only be selfishly motivated because we don’t want to say goodbye.
For Teddy’s relief, we will do so tomorrow.