**If you are grossed about by images that include blood and surgery, do not scroll to the pictures at the end of this post!**
I’m supposed to be working on relationships this month and I have tried to communicate more with my family and last weekend I hosted a cookout for a meetup group in an attempt to work on new friendships and this coming weekend two friends are coming to visit. What I’ve learned so far is that relationships take a lot of time and effort! I know they are worth it, but I’m not sure how you’re supposed to balance being introverted with relationships. I guess that’s something I need to work on.
There’s one relationship that has caused me much anxiety, worry and tears during this month. It’s not that soon to be ex-husband. Nope, it’s my dog. I’m not sure if happiness researchers include relationships with pets as important, but having a dog as a companion definitely improves my happiness. I know that my dog will never betray me and will always be happy to see me. His loyalty is as strong as his ability to sniff out peanut butter!
As for the anxiety, worry and tears, my dog had surgery last Thursday for a very large fatty tumor in his abdomen. The vet surgeon didn’t easy my worry because he basically said he wouldn’t know how hard the mass was going to be to remove or if it was even possible to remove until he got in there. I went to a surgeon because my regular vet said he didn’t feel comfortable doing the surgery because he didn’t want to get in there and find out it was attached to important organs and have a catastrophe. I know he was trying to be honest, but using the word catastrophe does not help ease anxiety! I braced for the worst case scenario and shelled out the money for a surgeon.
The day before Domino’s surgery I took him on a doggy adventure, we went for a hike along a river where he did lots of splashing and sniffing and got to play with an old dog pal of his. Next on the itinerary was a stop at the pet store to pick out some treats and then to the ice cream shop for a puppy sundae.
The next morning we had to get to the vet by 7 am, which wasn’t hard because I barely slept. Domino slept pressed up tightly next to me, I’m sure he sensed my stress and didn’t know what was wrong. We get there and I breakdown crying to the vet tech. I manage to leave Domino, make it to my car and sit in the parking lot crying for the next half hour. I did listen to some meditations, it seems meditation is something that has stuck with me on this so-called journey to happiness. I finally pulled myself together, but then had to wait for my phone to ring.
The call came less than two and a half hours after I dropped him off, the surgery went well, it was easy to remove and not attached to any organs. The shocking news was that the fatty tumor weighed 12 lbs! Domino weighed 52 lbs going into the surgery, so he was lugging around almost 20% of his body weight.
Domino before with a big belly
Domino after removal of a 12 lb lipoma!
After: He’s so skinny! I feel like a horrible dog mom for having him on a diet and making him walk around with a 12 lb weight.
If you want to know what a 12 lb lipoma looks like and how they get it out, then scroll to see pictures of the surgery and what they removed. ****If that makes you squimish, then stop scrolling now!****
Surgery to remove a 12 lb intra abdominal lipoma
A 12 lb lipoma!! I don’t understand how this fit inside of Domino!
Domino is home now and recovering. He has a never-ending appetite and is thrilled that his dieting days are over as he gulps down pain pills buried in blobs of peanut butter. He’s definitely has pain and soreness, the expected recovery time is two weeks. I’m guessing after he feels better, he’s going to discover how easy it is to walk and run without a giant weight!