tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86520156972142604012024-03-13T05:00:45.303-04:00The Journey of TonkaThe adventures of one very spoiled, blind, Great Pyrenees who was born with retinal detachment in both eyes.Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.comBlogger380125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-5287382181756415772021-09-13T13:21:00.004-04:002021-09-13T16:34:01.235-04:00Nala...the bestest girl<p> NALA ROSE 2008-2021</p><p>At 6 months old Tonka met the doggie love of his life, Ms. Nala Rose. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeL57TyxxOMV4hVQsZCDIto1Q4UIE4VZWQbHIlX1HD5ObZ0hy5lu95R2FeSpD05HiBSOVWUeQ5zasKTgE4IAfUVCx-Td1NVVZbHH8_pST3UQ-BA53Znx-W43DzDaAWacGgwMq5S_xlzPsOqxXCrkDhAaeaAqdNs8aLVN0YwJ-16J9AmASwgzCIqur8EQ=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeL57TyxxOMV4hVQsZCDIto1Q4UIE4VZWQbHIlX1HD5ObZ0hy5lu95R2FeSpD05HiBSOVWUeQ5zasKTgE4IAfUVCx-Td1NVVZbHH8_pST3UQ-BA53Znx-W43DzDaAWacGgwMq5S_xlzPsOqxXCrkDhAaeaAqdNs8aLVN0YwJ-16J9AmASwgzCIqur8EQ=w400-h225" title="Bestest Girl" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>The cutest little Australian Shepherd, her and her mom Carol were friends with Steve and his St. Bernard mix named Henry and that is how I met Carol. She was out walking Nala one day and Tonka and I ran into them and discussed setting up playdates. That encounter led to almost 6 years of fun and adventure. Carol, Steve and I were both just looking for a way for these youngsters to burn off energy, but Nala and Tonka became so much more than wrestle buddies. From that day on Tonka and her were the best of friends. We called them the three amigos and we all met at the playground pretty much everyday for years. If Henry wasn't there then Tonka and Nala would wrestle and play and then would walk her home. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYVRRpOR-1M1fnBlJNgIziTMayaLEMJgwqWC4caopcbFM7767sgd6CtLlOVACLo0of4Vi7J4VCk4_iXNsa5gmyJw4NWRzbF1Xr6WvOQ7lp3rykks5gGCoFTuhu9gTTrDEq7tMfgDKa6IEv73bqE5-slZomRlSE9dXUrwjSzMEqvmJEjjB1L5hIOQfkxg=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Henry and Nala" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYVRRpOR-1M1fnBlJNgIziTMayaLEMJgwqWC4caopcbFM7767sgd6CtLlOVACLo0of4Vi7J4VCk4_iXNsa5gmyJw4NWRzbF1Xr6WvOQ7lp3rykks5gGCoFTuhu9gTTrDEq7tMfgDKa6IEv73bqE5-slZomRlSE9dXUrwjSzMEqvmJEjjB1L5hIOQfkxg=w320-h240" title="Henry and Nala" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJ0jBfP8L79F6EEnS5THbmGtHk-r6QcWkoAkhm_enL3QjCZ4BDGCy48Cfymcqamc3xOrwDNXXq4hGkGf27vgt5LehjZN90PMEcE3LtPSbcrFZoqpVMh5WCbK-kr0Tgb089zVIpJW7-W_GiImVK3DNlXHVbdERiLWJKCgeIGOtwIn9Ht19aYEqf1LgtLw=s320" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJ0jBfP8L79F6EEnS5THbmGtHk-r6QcWkoAkhm_enL3QjCZ4BDGCy48Cfymcqamc3xOrwDNXXq4hGkGf27vgt5LehjZN90PMEcE3LtPSbcrFZoqpVMh5WCbK-kr0Tgb089zVIpJW7-W_GiImVK3DNlXHVbdERiLWJKCgeIGOtwIn9Ht19aYEqf1LgtLw=w320-h240" title="3 Amigos" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>I have been apart of Nala's life since that first encounter and she was so true to her breed. Sweet as could be, she was a whirlwind of fur always on the move and feisty as all get out. She could adapt to playing with any size dog and more than once would pull the 145lb Tonka boy across the field by his ear. If she loved you she would leap straight up to kiss you on the face which if you were not ready for was a bit of a shock. She would then want some love while her wiggle butt wagged in constant motion. She was always rounding all the dogs at the park up and making sure everyone played nice. Spending many a night at my house when Carol traveled or had to work a strange shift she preferred to sleep with CM, but loved to play with me and Tonka's toys.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsWpwjw4CCEe57uPSg-qmMZteBxo1ziahJDE8oO1yaTrq-fOBJKF9hyphenhyphenYJs1iC0pa9dznvgE2HrC48iAe9YSd8PvWP4F9kh0vy8HUCRlsSXjVqALHjW2XNSiSTe-GtWo9CeMz1Hq1bTRye/s2048/WP_000889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsWpwjw4CCEe57uPSg-qmMZteBxo1ziahJDE8oO1yaTrq-fOBJKF9hyphenhyphenYJs1iC0pa9dznvgE2HrC48iAe9YSd8PvWP4F9kh0vy8HUCRlsSXjVqALHjW2XNSiSTe-GtWo9CeMz1Hq1bTRye/w150-h200/WP_000889.jpg" title="CM and Nala" width="150" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Always well mannered and happy, her and Tonka were known by everyone within their two neighborhoods. She soon joined Tonka at all the local <a href="https://agprescue.org" target="_blank">Appalachian Great Pyrenees</a> events and later became an ambassador for the nonprofit <a href="https://companionbridge.org" target="_blank">Companion Bridge</a>. The two of them went to dog fairs and walks for the animals as well as the local parks. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI0W94MdDK7SJX5-7stnrwpN4-u2AD_c9cUasWT9FI6ITDB2zJMdaCPn30cTD49Wd7CaFpWXp5fpPOH_s0VpaZxjZjnLSbLWen25s2XNgP29KPDqedKylZ7nGhS-FOnJ5N2KPVM18I1VlHrKY52rSowfTPK0mRmmcOd4CktFAbK_24SpgBQwbETyCLZg=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1309" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI0W94MdDK7SJX5-7stnrwpN4-u2AD_c9cUasWT9FI6ITDB2zJMdaCPn30cTD49Wd7CaFpWXp5fpPOH_s0VpaZxjZjnLSbLWen25s2XNgP29KPDqedKylZ7nGhS-FOnJ5N2KPVM18I1VlHrKY52rSowfTPK0mRmmcOd4CktFAbK_24SpgBQwbETyCLZg=w205-h320" title="At the Walk for the Animals" width="205" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcapIsh5L9UVJR4OCiBsTUzG-aKFc73HxzLW3ZVwxs80aaBC48hZDD7eIs_dwnzpsFc0ZR_D2cHUTtQjsq6idQWBuv1m_yvlRpc9pGIfU-KW-WaKqmHWIi5DQEccSgumyjH6UY0ismeY6/s2048/CIMG1178.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2001" data-original-width="2048" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcapIsh5L9UVJR4OCiBsTUzG-aKFc73HxzLW3ZVwxs80aaBC48hZDD7eIs_dwnzpsFc0ZR_D2cHUTtQjsq6idQWBuv1m_yvlRpc9pGIfU-KW-WaKqmHWIi5DQEccSgumyjH6UY0ismeY6/w320-h313/CIMG1178.jpg" title="Kinder Park - Hello Sheep" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Always in cahoots they once even tried to pull down a tree together. They played tug with anything they could find including items that had been left on the ball field. Carol ended up bringing her sons old hockey socks to the field so they could tug and destroy those.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhg8TaWQgzeuMaakmZFvhMqtdrXOqqs_AiwUTu9wplswbA3OT1Gv1F6Vyvl2JXPtCYBuX4laJhsQjg-AoEVKlbGsDQ9D2JrUTSXdBxo5w9mQBU6GX0Kmv4f9KNdJMdiKf7tjqiC0edQFn03GfjNxM1OmpQd8RxIc0htkTgtWnWTxlY6Eao0FNFmKtdzWw=s2032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1520" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhg8TaWQgzeuMaakmZFvhMqtdrXOqqs_AiwUTu9wplswbA3OT1Gv1F6Vyvl2JXPtCYBuX4laJhsQjg-AoEVKlbGsDQ9D2JrUTSXdBxo5w9mQBU6GX0Kmv4f9KNdJMdiKf7tjqiC0edQFn03GfjNxM1OmpQd8RxIc0htkTgtWnWTxlY6Eao0FNFmKtdzWw=w239-h320" title="The Tree Must Go" width="239" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3IbmeEp7KR7y-zFhaEb2Sb_aTS-AYejUdc7x_XjECspY6Tp_aQSGuAtB2b07Ql9EdIbQwIYYBkm7eabepADn0F6hQ3UsXtjVSbqbNkWx3DPLjSyuef8jLy8giDaT3bNJTm7vE6ze6XG8Yexee1DPHiqhlRi7fXniE_kSkZ8qIBT5GMmWBeTif-6eQEg=s2032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1520" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3IbmeEp7KR7y-zFhaEb2Sb_aTS-AYejUdc7x_XjECspY6Tp_aQSGuAtB2b07Ql9EdIbQwIYYBkm7eabepADn0F6hQ3UsXtjVSbqbNkWx3DPLjSyuef8jLy8giDaT3bNJTm7vE6ze6XG8Yexee1DPHiqhlRi7fXniE_kSkZ8qIBT5GMmWBeTif-6eQEg=w239-h320" title="Tuggy" width="239" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EHO9G4J_jhA" width="320" youtube-src-id="EHO9G4J_jhA"></iframe></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Once they tried of wrestling, tugging and romping in mud puddles the two would always cuddle up for a rest or to share something yummy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJURs-no1FdFG15aYld1_G6243pgJPih8h2G5i6DSayv8DaCAxhrO-F1MJRxszn5SnYfwayueKvVakrwqnc9iPm89wzJY_CeaA6Ygd0w_ysAgpbRMDNP6-sZ1aWUEaLdBcAo5OGnM_pZxR/s2048/hugs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1593" data-original-width="2048" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJURs-no1FdFG15aYld1_G6243pgJPih8h2G5i6DSayv8DaCAxhrO-F1MJRxszn5SnYfwayueKvVakrwqnc9iPm89wzJY_CeaA6Ygd0w_ysAgpbRMDNP6-sZ1aWUEaLdBcAo5OGnM_pZxR/w320-h249/hugs.jpg" title="Best Buddies" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_1lOppiOdgIJkqh6f8rFhcA13Mwf9zdi7K_CmKae8bl8iiywcKXfc1NtEndvbwVhfP9G-_OiVEDtuqhUYH-Efyt2B7aMJVj9a_C-T5Gycua0gGOSW-gWFd8AuvvCsNn-A8J9cY3Rwzpii6MsuO9PRLCxfgrHcwvMH0uW61Ao8tUfCh7jUmPsWGUHcQw=s1630" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1222" data-original-width="1630" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_1lOppiOdgIJkqh6f8rFhcA13Mwf9zdi7K_CmKae8bl8iiywcKXfc1NtEndvbwVhfP9G-_OiVEDtuqhUYH-Efyt2B7aMJVj9a_C-T5Gycua0gGOSW-gWFd8AuvvCsNn-A8J9cY3Rwzpii6MsuO9PRLCxfgrHcwvMH0uW61Ao8tUfCh7jUmPsWGUHcQw=w320-h240" title="Comfy" width="320" /></a>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVblWi1K-IMbOH_S4YlQHz9bovuHWmoHD0nNz1l-u1VqdPl5lNbnFSRJMEstDvrJGtDZ9EAC7JlkgT5uzWQHxstgYYOWSnscbYDJaGT5jvm8zNC9bex9tj2QaVjySa0dt6AcxeoW_5fqvj/s1687/Sharing+with+Nala.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="1687" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVblWi1K-IMbOH_S4YlQHz9bovuHWmoHD0nNz1l-u1VqdPl5lNbnFSRJMEstDvrJGtDZ9EAC7JlkgT5uzWQHxstgYYOWSnscbYDJaGT5jvm8zNC9bex9tj2QaVjySa0dt6AcxeoW_5fqvj/w320-h259/Sharing+with+Nala.jpg" title="Sharing" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>They walked and played no matter the weather and always had fun with friends.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_6bCIM3W5mk" width="320" youtube-src-id="_6bCIM3W5mk"></iframe></div><div><br /></div>Everyone and everything loved the Nala girl she was great with dogs and with cats. Always very protective of Tonka, I believe she knew he was blind and kept him away from the fence at the park. She would also put herself between him and any new dog until she knew the dog was OK. Whip smart and always ready for a trip in the car she was the perfect traveling partner for her mom. 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Later when Tonka had to be in wheels she did not miss a beat, she still walked with him and played with him like always. There were lots of times that their friends Duke and Jake would join us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSxpYjrzfwHXx8qoNkVkGCFDIfW1vJ2K12nObUAJHvSNeLxKjkfsEtX-wKmCB3PD_WD7imibuJKaUKKhBDh1X5RHuOAOwA23uh__VWnc2pkOmHpHepPaOpF8VmgU0ADV2lzoDNJVvlAvM/s2048/WP_20130909_041.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1153" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSxpYjrzfwHXx8qoNkVkGCFDIfW1vJ2K12nObUAJHvSNeLxKjkfsEtX-wKmCB3PD_WD7imibuJKaUKKhBDh1X5RHuOAOwA23uh__VWnc2pkOmHpHepPaOpF8VmgU0ADV2lzoDNJVvlAvM/w180-h320/WP_20130909_041.jpg" title="Happy Dogs" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_uANXhs-HK7mU7F8dPQ5HYRNK89-sipJC-ELA1ko1gBipwduQw8rQe5m-zDkVqqGerkXf5dO5G1ROrN8grRaiMkHU3LOZEE-o1EFKjbDf1FA13x9s1HbYZvFWXez9z3XAdpvJXi2vnoN/s1719/walkers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1595" data-original-width="1719" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_uANXhs-HK7mU7F8dPQ5HYRNK89-sipJC-ELA1ko1gBipwduQw8rQe5m-zDkVqqGerkXf5dO5G1ROrN8grRaiMkHU3LOZEE-o1EFKjbDf1FA13x9s1HbYZvFWXez9z3XAdpvJXi2vnoN/w200-h186/walkers.jpg" title="Nala, Duke, Tonka, and Jake" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After Tonka passed Nala still came to play and walk with my boy Isaac. They would play but the relationship was so very different. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-g9nrtaTJrzZFAIIPsKwn58v6lO09XoyC5jhq-XvyVOFvNGoGtsaJW0Vfz9T0m5Eh8y0aCuXQ9jtGDYEXQ_WTWmSMwo_YFBdpBUndpvQFZBSrwPL9ZgRdh033P0tJlLLunuavPnNO2-BE/s2048/20171209_072356.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-g9nrtaTJrzZFAIIPsKwn58v6lO09XoyC5jhq-XvyVOFvNGoGtsaJW0Vfz9T0m5Eh8y0aCuXQ9jtGDYEXQ_WTWmSMwo_YFBdpBUndpvQFZBSrwPL9ZgRdh033P0tJlLLunuavPnNO2-BE/w150-h200/20171209_072356.jpg" title="Nala and Isaac" width="150" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Isaac was more like an annoying little brother as you can see in this picture. Nala is trying to kiss the Big Dog and Isaac is biting her feet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zYdOEVuqIOND95EKwgqzgD2o2CI5acYquSI26ATpbuuuzTyHhwe8p3l2BXqwWanQvL023R2-HWjom3PYdzqUhld1MzXaFH6pZn5BzQ1_Q8wzvaLy3RhHogL8cc2c25_mQHLJi0-XJT14/s2048/20170430_112717.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zYdOEVuqIOND95EKwgqzgD2o2CI5acYquSI26ATpbuuuzTyHhwe8p3l2BXqwWanQvL023R2-HWjom3PYdzqUhld1MzXaFH6pZn5BzQ1_Q8wzvaLy3RhHogL8cc2c25_mQHLJi0-XJT14/w150-h200/20170430_112717.jpg" title="Isaac and Nala" width="150" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_sT54RBs0xtfcuhmiT6naado5TKA5e4cuXoG79rP6bqAVZzmwOvWAH8xn0HVXwNeEUikkEpmGzhGL8-2y9GztMf232nuuJddxag_272W-ly65nP1RhGJ_9sC3rc7kaav_4GB5cNVANp4/s2048/green+poka+dot.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1354" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_sT54RBs0xtfcuhmiT6naado5TKA5e4cuXoG79rP6bqAVZzmwOvWAH8xn0HVXwNeEUikkEpmGzhGL8-2y9GztMf232nuuJddxag_272W-ly65nP1RhGJ_9sC3rc7kaav_4GB5cNVANp4/w212-h320/green+poka+dot.jpg" title="Happy Girl" width="212" /></a></div><div>Always looking pretty in her bandanas and usually sporting bows as well, she was a good sport about allowing us silly humans to dress her up as well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisK8CVleNAgP5ZqRgUnoH5xB5LSbfTzlC2SpzfW5YpMVQonJcB1XEzjTgK-YqwitaBgyh7fN29xPWHd0-5bsEp8uXmuIeryonx1px-dFsMCQoDsVJnzgqpY3c9y788ZwwJvrhZ2L9xERld/s2048/20170504_175311%257E01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1396" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisK8CVleNAgP5ZqRgUnoH5xB5LSbfTzlC2SpzfW5YpMVQonJcB1XEzjTgK-YqwitaBgyh7fN29xPWHd0-5bsEp8uXmuIeryonx1px-dFsMCQoDsVJnzgqpY3c9y788ZwwJvrhZ2L9xERld/w218-h320/20170504_175311%257E01.jpg" title="May the 4th be with you" width="218" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiVR1CUr9-kHbT5RrSxpukTJccmjrPr8S-0LquePa8M8fXSLcChqmpb0CUCpQD8xQe4-TFreDnFJIq5H02ekxkntYhyphenhyphen7MBVZnMwsV89hnJjBHkpw_SYA5bRYZoeWLo05v_G4lS7bmTxwv/s2048/20190112_183256.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1309" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiVR1CUr9-kHbT5RrSxpukTJccmjrPr8S-0LquePa8M8fXSLcChqmpb0CUCpQD8xQe4-TFreDnFJIq5H02ekxkntYhyphenhyphen7MBVZnMwsV89hnJjBHkpw_SYA5bRYZoeWLo05v_G4lS7bmTxwv/w205-h320/20190112_183256.jpg" title="Viking Princess" width="205" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>In her later years Nala became fascinated with playing fetch. She had certain balls that she really liked and could leap like a deer to catch them in mid air. She would come through the gate to my backyard and immediately grab that ball and want to play. If you were too slow she would bark at you non-stop till you threw it. Even as she got older and started slowing down and not jumping as high she still wanted to play.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiruI9fxL3RZK2psWXdjqV7c7pA7Qv-fVVIhIX_FMT7mpOSFa2C2tqflbxtfWZQyX6dN8y3sjf7FPFbwNWuujq04gjrHHdAA6bapv4e6ZrbWnCioBdX38_ujclT4MBsE5Xd0EyT_RyK-4g0/s2048/20160616_184457.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiruI9fxL3RZK2psWXdjqV7c7pA7Qv-fVVIhIX_FMT7mpOSFa2C2tqflbxtfWZQyX6dN8y3sjf7FPFbwNWuujq04gjrHHdAA6bapv4e6ZrbWnCioBdX38_ujclT4MBsE5Xd0EyT_RyK-4g0/w180-h320/20160616_184457.jpg" title="Nala's Ball" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>It is absolutely heartbreaking to lose our furkids. It is the cost we pay for all that unconditional love and companionship. My friend Carol loved her girl fiercely and had to choose the ultimate act of love and let her baby cross the bridge in August. Nala had a great and happy long life, she could not have asked for a better mom. Time always steals our animals from us and Nala was no exception. Her health had declined and she was ready to go. Her and Tonka and Henry are back running and playing again. I know this with all my heart as Tonka sent me a 4 leaf clover to let me know she had made it to him. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you so much Carol and Nala for being such a huge part of our lives. It was a pleasure to have known this amazing girl and my honor to have shared so many great times. Hugs to you Carol and although I don't believe time heals all wounds, I do know that one day your memories will start to bring you smiles instead of tears. They are never really truly gone from us and will always be near, until we see them again. </div><div><br /></div><div>AP</div><div><a href="http://www.griefhealing.com/the-fourth-day.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">The Fourth Day</a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div>GoAskAPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859018914418095600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-18369704446227225052016-05-23T18:55:00.000-04:002016-10-25T11:44:02.223-04:00Time and Still Chasing GhostsI still hear him you know....<br />
Usually around 3:30am I wake up and hear him downstairs stirring. He is waiting for me to come and express his bladder and wheelbarrow him with my arms outside to the porch and place him on the big foam bed. He on one side and I on the other, meeting in the middle. Snuggled together drifting back to sleep while I listen to his breathing and feel his heart beating against me. Back to sleep in the screened in porch in the cool night air until the sun rising and the singing of the birds wakes us again. <br />
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I still see him from time to time when I look in the rearview mirror. He loved to ride in the truck and stayed close up to the front seats so I could reach back and pet him or give him a cookie. I look back and sometimes catch his big head grinning at me. <br />
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I miss him. Time does not heal all wounds and it does not lessen my memories of him. <br />
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Three years ago in May he had surgery and was diagnosed with cancer. Chemo tanked him and the cancer tumors that we removed turned out to not be what took him from me. It was that damn tumor in the nose that no one would listen to me about when I said his breathing was off. That evil tumor that was sitting there growing and stealing time away from my son. So no time does not help me and May and June are dark months as they were the beginning of the end. <br />
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I should have, I would have, I didn't.... <br />
I didn't scream and push and fight for someone to take it serious and quit blowing me off with the "bad allergies" BS. I didn't demand a scope or an MRI until it was too late.<br />
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....and that I will have to live with till the end of time. Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-16039399458881166862015-11-13T16:27:00.001-05:002015-11-13T16:27:55.856-05:00A Friend ReturnsIt has been quite a stretch of time since I last wrote. I find it hard to come up with the words since my boy left. I even started another blog but just don't seem to make the time to write. Today though is an important day and I must get the words and pictures out. <br />
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It is another Friday the 13th (no longer my favorite day) and today Tonka has a very, very good friend going to see him. Many years ago I took my little blind boy on a walk to the park and a beautiful young Saint mix came flying across the field at us. His dad was in the woods looking for him as he had slipped away for a bit of fun. Henry always had a bit of a mischievous streak. He bounded up and he and Tonka were immediately fast friends. His name- Henry and he was T-Mans first neighborhood friend. Henry became our evening wrestle buddy and soon led us to Tonka's best girl Nala. They became the three amigos and romped and ran daily. <br />
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They played in the rain, they played in the snow, they played tug, and they played with other dogs but it was always the three of them together. <br />
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As they got a little older and Tonka had some issues we didn't go to the park as much and Henry himself injured a leg as big dogs are prone to do. The three remained best buddies though and anytime we would get together at the park it was if time had not moved on. They still played like young pups just not as hard or as long. </div>
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Recently Henry was diagnosed with large cell lymphoma and has not been doing so well. His owner being the good human he is and loving his boy to pieces has made the decision to do the right thing by Henry and to let him cross over the bridge. We all got together last night and had a great time. Henry ran with Nala and Isaac, barked at the UPS man, ate a bunch of cookies and hung out with us till it was obvious he was getting tired. </div>
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Today Henry is going to see his friend and my heart - the Tonka man. I know they will both run and wrestle and roll all over the place just like they did so many years ago. My heart aches for his dad as I know how much he loves this boy and this is the hardest part of sharing your journey with a furkid. I wish him peace with his decision and comfort in the knowledge that Henry knows how much he is loved and what a great life he enjoyed here on earth. The neighborhood will mourn the loss of such a good boy but the bridge will welcome another perfect angel.</div>
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Exactly 6 years ago today a friend and I drove to Richmond, Virginia. We exited 295 on an exit labeled Varina which I have always jokingly called Narnia. If you have ever read the books or seen the movies then you know that Narnia is a magical place and so too is the place off of this particular exit. This is the exit that leads to Appalachian Great Pyrenees Rescue and that day it took me to "get" my magical boy Tonka. A magical boy deserves to come from a magical place.<br />
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Today is his "gotcha" day. The day that I "got" him to come home and be with me forever. I just did not know that our forever would be so short. I still struggle daily with the fact that he is gone but I keep my thoughts and feelings more and more to myself as I am trying the patience of even my dearest friends with my sadness.<br />
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I try to occupy my time with things that I think he would be proud of. I try to stay busy and stay distracted but Tonka is always right there. <br />
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See today is his "gotcha" day but the reality is he "got" me and he became my heart and I will never be the same again.<br />
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I miss you my Tonk Man.<br />
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Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-83084292987237326582014-01-20T11:18:00.000-05:002014-01-20T11:24:58.371-05:00Goodbye Mr. BeanYears ago a Pyr with mange came into rescue which is not uncommon. He was a handsome young man and they named him Mr. Bean also known as Beanie. The mange cleared but he developed a lameness issue and it was thought that he perhaps had (DM) which is a progressive disorder. I wrote about Mr. Bean on Myatuk's webpage to ask for help.<br />
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Over the years the lameness got worse and Mr. Bean ended up in wheels. Walking Beanie in his wheels was always an adventure because if you didn't pay attention he would take off after deer and go crashing into the woods. It was not uncommon for him to up-end himself blasting over downed trees and stumps.<br />
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I loved Bean because like Tonka he personified that "never give up" spirit and in his wheels he was a thing of joy to behold. He was also a big love laying on his blanket in the yard wanting to be fussed over and talked to. He tended to be picky about who he liked but he and I always got along fine.<br />
It was because of Bean that I knew Tonka would be OK when the time came that he finally ended up in wheels. It was also because of him that I had already done some research about lameness before that became an issue with my boy. I owe Mr. Bean for some of my sanity and calmness in dealing with the past 2 years. <br />
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On Saturday January 17, 2014 the Journey of Mr. Bean ended here on earth. I imagine he and Tonka are running and playing like two overgrown pups and chasing deer and each other thru the woods with no obstacles in the way.<br />
Rest In Peace Mr. Bean I will see you and my boy at the bridge.Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-74142635660428179352013-12-07T03:00:00.000-05:002013-12-08T15:39:45.934-05:00Happy Birthday My SonToday my boy would have been 6.<br />
It is still incredibly difficult to deal with the fact that he is gone and not coming back. It just so happens that today is the Middleburg Christmas Parade - an event that he loved to participate in. I will go and walk with all the Pyrs in his memory but it will not be the same. I understand that most people do not get my grief and so I have withdrawn and refrain from talking about him except for with a few close friends.<br />
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He was so amazing and loving that I wanted to do something in his honor and so I started a non-profit organization with one of his biggest supporters, my friend Gina. Its premise is to help people facing tough decisions about their companion animals by providing support and assisting with major medical costs through donations.<br />
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The website is at <a href="http://www.companionbridge.org/" target="_blank">Companion Bridge</a> and was created to provide a loving and supportive community for people to connect, share and assist one another on behalf of their animals. If you get a moment please check it out and if you can donate a little that would be great. It is my wish that it grow to help everyone that ever needs it even after I am long gone.</div>
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I sincerely hope you enjoyed sharing in Tonka's Journey and that we perhaps made you smile or helped you in some way. </div>
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Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-77128428517487857872013-09-14T03:00:00.000-04:002014-03-18T14:36:22.179-04:00Ebb and Flow... The Journey here on earth endsAP here:<br />
I have spent a great deal of my life in the water, waiting on waves or wind and they have their own rhythm, their own beat that they march to and it is known as -ebb and flow.<br />
Then ebb is not so fun, peaceful but not so fun, but when wind or water is flowing and you stand up and ride it is an incredible feeling. Happiness!<br />
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life on land also follows the same<br />
The situation that Tonka and I are in seems to exaggerate these downs and ups, the ebb and flow. The bad moments, the labored breathing, the nosebleeds and the eye that is being pushed slowly sideways these are the things that suck the tide back and make for a not so enjoyable day. <br />
When things are good though and he is surrounded by his peeps, or enjoying his breakfast, or just loving the cooler weather sleeping on the porch with me, this is the flow. Happiness!<br />
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It was my wish that Tonka would get to the bridge in a very peaceful manner, not in a crisis and not when he was stressed. I had made plans to have him pass at the house and my gut kept telling me it was time. The problem was everyone stopping by to see him commented on how great he looked and he was doing and I second guessed my gut. I started to think we had a little more time and his last day was such a great day that I actually called in and refilled his prescriptions.<br />
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Tonka's last day was a truly great day, he and I slept outside on the porch from about 4am on and then "watched" the sun come up. I was home for the day and so I got to spend time with him. He had a good breakfast, a buffalo bully stick and some cheese. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back to sleep on Porch with Mom</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back up for Breakfast</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can I have a scone?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Scone then I'm going back to bed</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Caitlin and Noodle came by and that is always a fun time. Tonka and I love Caitlin dearly, she has been such an enormous help during the past year and is a truly amazing person.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like to drag Caitlin around the yard</td></tr>
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Noodle is a such a good dog and he and Tonka had fun sniffing and playing with the brick puzzle.<br />
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After Caitlin and Noodle left I ran down the road to meet his Aunt Gina. She had picked up a Chinese herbal medicine for me that was supposed to help his nosebleeds. On the way back I also picked up a new refill of his piroxicam. He was doing so well and was so happy it seemed like we were going to have a little more time.<br />
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When I got back it looked like a storm was rolling in. Tonka and I love storms so we headed for the porch. <br />
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It turned out to be a dud and blew over so when CM got home we took a little walk/roll down the street and back. We ran into some neighbors who of course fussed over him and told him what a good boy and an awesome dog he is so he was very full of himself when we wheeled back into the house. <br />
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He had a good dinner and took all his meds and finished off his nightly frozen PB Kong.<br />
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After his Kong he settled into sleep and in a little bit I stood up to move to the floor to give him some love and noticed the spot of blood under his nose. I lifted his head to reposition the towel and see how bad it was, he sat up and it just started pouring. CM and I went into full nosebleed stop mode with extra towels, paper towels, tissues and epinephrine but he kept sneezing.. the more he sneezed the worse it got until it was running out both sides and his mouth. The epi was not working, nothing was working so I bundled his head in a towel and while CM got the truck in position I got him belly walked out of the house and around the front. I got the ramp in place and I got him up in the truck and off we headed to the ER. Poor Cathy had to stay behind to clean up what looked like something out of a horror movie. I called his Uncle Mike to let him know where we were heading and I made a quick phone call to the ER to tell them I was coming. Tracy answered and I and I told her I would need help as I didn't have his wheels. At the first red light I send out a request for prayers although somewhere in my head I knew what was coming. At the next few stops I sent some texts to his support peeps to give them a heads up.<br />
When I pulled in the circle at the ER and blew the horn they all came running with the gurney - I got him up and down the ramp and he was still bleeding everywhere. I helped lift him to the gurney and they rushed him in the back. Dr. Fleury who is a great Dr. and wonderful person came out while I was still putting the truck back together. She said something to the fact that she had looked at all his records and that she knew that we were nearing the end of things. She wanted to know if we should just let him go or try to stop the bleeding. I told her to try because this was not how I wanted him to leave I really wanted him at home and not in a crisis.<br />
I parked the truck and entered the lobby where they told me I could wait in a room or not it was up to me. I wanted to be where I could see the ER doors open so I chose the lobby. Tracy gave me a bunch of wipes to clean off the blood that was all over my legs, arms and hands and then I waited. I did not have to wait long Dr. Fleury came out and explained it was a massive bleed and they had given him a sedative to drop his blood pressure and had gotten it slowed with strips soaked in epinephrine stuffed in his nose. The only thing that would stop it was an embolization procedure but that it would only keep re-occurring. The option was to leave him for the night get him stable and bring him home to let him pass at home on the porch or just let him pass over now. <br />
It was with a very heavy heart and some anger that I decided to let him go. THIS WAS NOT WHAT I WANTED FOR HIM.I wanted him home at peace not in a crisis, not suffering in any way.<br />
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They put us in a private room and I tried to clean some of the blood off of his big beautiful face. His Aunt Gina sent a text that she was on the way so I lay there and sang to him. He was sedated so I am not sure how much he heard or knew about what was going on. He did pick his head up when she arrived but was not very responsive. I called CM and told her what was happening and since he was so out of it we decided she would finish cleaning the disaster area as she had already talked to him when he was coherent at home waiting for me to get the truck ramp out and together.<br />
Gina and I spent some time with him and then Dr. Fleury came in and we let him go. I laid my head on his heart so I could listen to it beating until it beat no more. My beautiful, beautiful boy with the sweet smile and the heart of gold was gone. On Friday the 13th of September 2013 at 11:30pm the Journey of Tonka ended here on earth and I am sure a new one started for him at the bridge and when we meet again he can tell me all about it.<br />
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At this juncture I feel as if the flow is completely gone there is only the endless pull as if the life has been sucked out of me. I know in time this will lessen but for now I am empty and alone in this.<br />
Thank you for all your kind words, your thoughts, your gifts and your prayers. He was an amazing soul and I thank you for your love and support of him through the years.<br />
Much Love<br />
AP<br />
<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-40143918096894230102013-09-10T21:34:00.002-04:002013-09-10T22:11:32.072-04:00Tonka and Pam Puppy Up!AP here:<br />
Tonka and I have a couple of FB friends that are really awesome people working hard for a great cause. The cause is canine cancer which is now something that has struck Tonka twice and will be what eventually ends our journey. The fact of the matter is that cancer is becoming more and more prevalent in not only humans but also our companion animals and we need to find out why.<br />
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Luke Robinson is at the forefront of this cause and has been since cancer took his beloved dog Malcolm in 2006. In 2008 he and his two Great Pyrenees Hudson and Murphy traveled from town to town from Austin, Texas to Boston, Massachusetts on a journey of 2000 miles. The trip became the <a href="http://www.2dogs2000miles.org/" target="_blank">2 dogs 2000 miles</a> walk to raise awareness and try to find an end to this horrible disease. Tonka and I followed him on that walk through Twitter and sent a tweet or two his way from @Tonka_Dog.<br />
Recently I had a phone conversation with Luke about my boy Tonka and his tumor, unfortunately Luke has become quite an expert on canine nasal tumors. Not long after their legendary walk his boy Murphy was taken away from us all too soon by one. The thing about Luke that resonates immediately is how much he truly cares about life and how passionate he is about stopping this insidious disease from taking it away so quickly. His passion has fueled the <a href="http://www.2milliondogs.org/" target="_blank">2 Million Dogs</a> 2 Miles organization whose tag line is - cancer. touches. everyone. <br />
The premise is simple, get 2 million dogs to walk in a series of smaller events across the US.<br />
These walks are known as the PuppyUp! walks and are spread out all across the country. My friend Pamela Pyle is doing the Texoma walk in November in honor of Tonka and Swee'Pea. You can find out more about the walk <a href="http://tinyurl.com/phpdkqq" target="_blank">here</a> and help her out on her personal donation page <span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://tinyurl.com/odqbd5s" target="_blank">here</a></span></span>. <br />
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Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-92039519071867940122013-09-09T20:08:00.002-04:002013-09-10T05:40:50.512-04:00...and in the darknessthere is some light....<br />
AP here:<br />
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Tonight Tonka and I walked Nala to the corner like we have done so many times before and on the return journey Mr. Pat pulled over and came to say hi. Mr. Pat is a friend from our morning walks, way down by the pool. We have not seen him in a long time since we do not do the long walks anymore but we used to pass his house everyday at the same time he was coming out to go to work. He and Tonk had always shared a morning hello.<br />
Mr. Pat's neighbor from across the street saw his truck pulled over and stopped to see if everything was OK. He also knows Tonka so the two of them gave him some ear scratches and some head pats. I got the horrible honor of telling them the latest news about how our time is short.<br />
I sort of fell apart a bit tonight - its very hard to keep up the happy face and voice all the time. When we got home I got in the shower so I could cry without upsetting Tonka. The evening seemed kind of dark and I got my pajamas on and figured I would sit outside and get my thoughts together but then the doorbell rang. I answered it thinking it was Tonka's Aunt Patty or one of his peeps coming by to say hi. I was surprised to find one of the young ladies from the neighborhood standing there with 2 PetSmart cards she received for her birthday. She explained that and her mom have watched Tonka grow up from a puppy and she wanted him to have the cards. It was the sweetest gesture and I was a bit dumbfounded for a minute. I had her come in to say hi to Tonka and then we walked out to talk to her mom. What an amazing young lady and what a selfless act. My mind teetered with the decision to tell her mom what was the latest with Tonka and I decided I should as I didn't want them to all of a sudden not see him anymore and wonder.<br />
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Mia (sp) if you ever read this please know that you did more than just donate some cards tonight you created a bright spot in what was otherwise a dark evening.<br />
Thank you so very much and I wish you all the best. If you ever need anything please don't hesitate to stop by.<br />
Alice and Tonka<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-45123295017653420132013-09-08T03:31:00.000-04:002013-09-08T07:32:36.103-04:00Time is not on our side....AP here:<br />
Almost every morning I sit on the porch and watch the sun rise. It is Tonka's favorite place to be, lying on his two big comfy beds pushed together and sniffing the breezes and "listening to the sounds of the day starting up. I drink a cup, or three of coffee and talk to him and he eventually settles and goes back to sleep for a bit. It is our quiet time together. There was even a time when nights were cooler he and I would sleep out there (the beds are big enough for two). He is a great snuggler and an great hugger, he likes to hold you or touch you with his paw.<br />
The thing with knowing that we are on limited time is that it makes these routine moments become bittersweet. Everything becomes a "is this the last time" in your head and knocks the breath out of you for a moment. I try to not get upset around him and keep everything fun and exciting with my tone but I wonder if he hears the catch in my throat sometimes. Ordinary routine things become decisions based on guessing how much time is left, how much food to buy, should I really order a 100 count box of pee pads? You are probably thinking just do the normal and don't think that way but believe me you cant help it, you don't want to but logically its how your brain processes it or at least mine does. I can tell it to shut up but it doesn't work, trust me I tell it to shut up about a lot of things daily.<br />
I am a big believer in the fact that memories are all we really own in this world. I find that I am having a conversation with myself everyday to remember everything about him - to never forget. His smell, the way his fur feels, the way his head looks bigger when he is just slightly wet from the rain or after a bath, the way his eyebrows dance up and down when he is thinking... a million little nuances that are the Tonka dog these are things I need to keep and hold tight.<br />
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It's hard to imagine a day without him in it. How can I go a day without his goofy grin, his giant paw grabbing me to keep petting or playing with him, his eyes that even blind always hold so much expression. As I have said before he is my heart and I will be lost without him. So I go about our day and try to take as many pictures as possible and post them on social media keeping it light but there are moments that are anything but. I scream a lot in the truck on the way to and from work about how unfair this is but it doesn't change anything. I sleep with him and listen mostly, not really sleeping for some sound or sign to let me know he is in distress. I watch him and gauge his willingness to eat or partake in his normal activities to see if I can tell it is time because yes the reality is this cancer will force me to call the end of the journey. Last night was not a good night, he has started with nosebleeds. I can feel the heavy hand of time pushing us towards nothingness. Time is the enemy and it is one that you just cant fight.<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-2827809881240225802013-08-27T19:51:00.000-04:002013-09-02T06:47:12.261-04:00The last day of therapy...AP here:<br />
For about a year and a half now Tonka and I have gotten in the truck every Tuesday morning and made our way to Bestgate Rd. in Annapolis. There we would spend an hour with two of the smartest and nicest people, Diana Huey and Chris Fritsch. These two ladies have been his rehab specialists every step of the way with his neurological issues doing cold laser and nerve glides with him and putting his rib back in place when it would pop out. They have never given up on him and researched and brainstormed all the way till now trying to figure out and help him walk again. <br />
We would pull in the parking lot and I would back up the truck in a strategic space that allowed the back end to dip down just a bit to make getting him up and down the ramp easier. There was a space of time where he could not help me at all. Those days he wore his help em up harness and I would pull right up to the door and Diana would come out and help me lift him and carry him in.<br />
Everyone there has always made him feel so comfortable and loved (kinda like Norm from Cheers). The other specialty staffs were always giving him treats and hugs and he loved rolling through the lobby to "see" everyone. This Tuesday started out no different as Chris and Diana came out to the truck to help get him up and into his wheels and we headed in for therapy. <br />
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I'm not sure what made me make the decision but I told them going in that this would be his last session. I think in the back of my mind I know the time is really getting short and I want all his "lasts" to be happy ones.<br />
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<i>That is killing me you know "the lasts" -everything I do suddenly has a time-stamp on it as something we will never do again.</i><br />
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So the word went around the facility and Dr. Roa (who is an amazing surgeon and an equally amazing person) popped in on the therapy session to say goodbye. He chatted with Tonka for awhile and scratched his ears and his chin and I know Tonka appreciated it as much as I did.<br />
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When therapy was done we rolled out the door and his friends were there to say goodbye.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of Love</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Gloria and Sonia had gotten together and come up with the idea to make me something special and so Sonia's mom made the most awesome Tonka hat for me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tonka Hat</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such an awesome gift....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aunt Gina gave him some words of advice</td></tr>
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Diana, Chris and his Aunt Gina walked us out to the car and helped get him in the truck. It was so strange and very sad to be leaving a place that has been such a big part of our lives for the past two years. Even though the reasons for being there have always been medical in nature its always been a happy and safe place for us.<br />
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On the way home I decided that perhaps we needed some breakfast so I stopped and got us a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bacon?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love bacon...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nap time</td></tr>
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Once home it was time for a nap. It's hard work and very tiring being so spoiled!<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-12827012045840937352013-08-26T04:14:00.000-04:002013-08-30T04:15:39.704-04:00The Puppy Plunge 2013AP here:<br />
Tonka and I attended the Puppy Plunge this year in Annapolis at Camp Letts. We hung out with Tonka's friend Ollie Lollie Stanford and his humans at the <a href="http://www.vethousecallservice.com/" target="_blank">Veterinary Housecall Service</a> booth. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the Way</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm here</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I hung out with my buddy Ollie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I stopped to see the ladies at the Petsmart booth</td></tr>
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There were lots of booths to roll around and visit and "see" people to get treats from. Since we got there early it wasn't very crowded at the little beach and Tonka got to get his feet wet with the help of his friend Hannah.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Hannah and I got in the water</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ollie was chillin</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I took a break with my fan</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ollie took a break with some ice water</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were lots of people and puppies</td></tr>
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Later in the day Caitlin came with Noodle and we hung out a bit. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Noodle showed up with a turtle costume</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love Noodle he is a happy boy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little guy had big ears</td></tr>
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As the day wound down Ollie and I were tired and ready to go home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ollie was ready to go</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AP packed everything up</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was asleep before we left the parking lot</td></tr>
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It was a really fun day....Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-53315517850353687392013-08-18T06:22:00.000-04:002013-08-26T06:23:00.879-04:00Such a Sensitive Boy...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After 3 days of being on Piroxicam Tonka was doing so well that I could manage to push aside the doom and gloom that's been sitting in my head since the MRI report. Then of course reality smacked me once again. Tonka woke up Thursday morning and promptly threw up. Now Tonka is a very sensitive boy when it comes to meds but he hardly ever throws up (usually the other end is the problem). The Piroxicam is a very powerful anti-inflammatory and we are trying to protect his stomach with pepcid AC and Prilosec everyday but Thursday that did not seem to be working. His prescribed dose for his weight is 15mg and we started him at 10 to stay on the safe side.<br />
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He was still perky and while I was cleaning up took off into the yard to do some excavating.<br />
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I was hoping that the tumor had just caused some drainage that had soured his stomach but when I got home that afternoon he had thrown up again. I tried to push the recurring thought of the chemo experience and 25 hours in the ER out of my head. I withheld the medicine that night and Friday started him on a bland diet and broke his feeding into smaller meals including adding one at 2:30am. with the goal of keeping something in his stomach. That seemed to do the trick and he has been fine so far.<br />
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Saturday was a BIG day as we had scheduled a play date with all his neighborhood friends including some we had not seen in months. We wheeled all the way to the park and I took the stroller to push him home in. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shania and SweetPea Showed Up</td></tr>
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All my friends were there and they all ran and played for a bit and then hung out. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delilah</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delilah and Jake</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hanging with my Peeps</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delilah and Henry</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nala, Duke and Shania</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hanging Out</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the Shade</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ms. May and I had a Chat</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sonia Giving Pepe some Advice</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Group Photo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AJ helped push me home</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wagon Train Ho!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dreaming</td></tr>
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He was one tired pup when we got home and fell fast a sleep dreaming of his friends and how much fun he had. It was just like old times!Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-28972114106063711812013-08-15T21:34:00.000-04:002013-08-19T20:02:02.654-04:00Days go by...At the beginning of the week Mom gave me some new medicine called Piroxicam and it helped me be able to breathe a little better.<br />
Monday morning I went for a walk and ran into some of the K's which was great.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Morning</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Morning Hugs</td></tr>
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Then Monday night I went for another walk with my friends....<br />
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then Megan and Cayden came over and we had lots of fun.<br />
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Tuesday we went to therapy with Chris and Diana.<br />
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Chris puts the cold laser thing on my nerves that don't work right and Diana takes my pulse.<br />
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On the way out I stopped to smell a light pole... that's a really big deal since I haven't been able to smell real well for awhile. That means the new medicine is working.<br />
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I was looking for my Aunt Gina but she wasn't there so I took off to the truck<br />
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Tuesday night I walked almost a mile over to my friends house. He was hanging out with his buddies and they all fed me treats and walked around with me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AP pushed me home</td></tr>
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Wednesday we went to treadmill and I was so excited.I took off across the parking lot to get to the door and along the way I stopped to smell a bush. AP was very happy about that.<br />
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I wheeled right in and even though I did not have a great treadmill day (my foot was kinda draggy) I had a good time.<br />
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When we got home I had a bath and a nap. Once I was awake and dry we went for a long walk again to see my kids and this time Nala went with us.<br />
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We hung out for awhile and then headed home and I made it all the way by myself.<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-15279269519384627682013-08-12T02:45:00.000-04:002013-08-12T07:46:57.983-04:00Sometimes news just sucks....AP here:<br />
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First one of my favorite recent pictures of Tonka.<br />
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It is the classic Tonka look - eyes rolled up at me with that big nose in the air and his eyebrows raised. This is my son, my boy, my heart!<br />
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How can you not want to pat that head or kiss that nose? How can you not want to move heaven and earth to save him?<br />
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So this week he had an MRI and Tonka did really well. Dr. Klaser was prepared to do a rhinoscopy afterwards to biopsy whatever they found if it was accessible unfortunately that did not happen. What did happen is that an MRI that showed a very large, very nasty mass that has taken up his right nasal cavity and gone up and into the space above his palate. It is creeping into the left side and is pushing up through the bone out the top of his nose. That is the lump on the bridge of his nose. It also expends up and into the right eye orbit but at this time is not giving us any problems there. The only way to determine if it is cancerous is to biopsy it from outside - sort of a surgical punch if you will. I will tell you that statistically the percentage of nasal tumors in dogs is extremely high (in the 80%) so in all likelihood that is what this is. <br />
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I needed to know what was going on- I do not necessarily need to know if it is cancer. The thing about nasal tumors in dogs is they SUCK. I have looked at the <a href="http://www.veterinarycancer.com/nasal_tumors.html" target="_blank">treatment options</a> and they are all horrible without really great outcomes. Nothing would be a "cure" everything would just buy time (maybe). So we are going to go down the road (however short) it may be of palliative care. I am starting him on a powerful anti-inflammatory and a big dose of "do whatever makes him happy". The plan is to be pain free and happy until we cant be happy anymore. I have no timeline, not really any guesstimate of how much time there is left and if you read the <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2643460/" target="_blank">research</a> you will find anything from 3-7 months with just palliative care, no surgery, no radiation. I know everyone loves Tonka - its impossible not to and everyones first instinct is to "save" him- believe me it has always been mine. The reality is there is no "saving" this time. I am out of options - we can play the "what about" game endlessly but it is not going to change anything. I really don't have the energy or the emotional strength to run down the list with everyone so if I tell you we have no options please leave it at that. <br />
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I will never forgive myself for not pursuing an MRI in April when he first started having "allergy" symptoms I am not sure if anything could have been caught and dealt with at that time but I'll never know. I am sorry and that's all I can say about it - I will have to live with it for the rest of my days.<br />
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The MRI was read by <a href="http://www.caninechiariinstitute.org/home/about/medical-advisory-board/164-amy-s-tidwell" target="_blank">Dr. Amy Tidwell DVM</a> so there is no doubt as to the accuracy of the read as she is an expert in the field. The first sentence of the report starts with "There is a large destructive mall in the right nasal cavity and para-nasal sinuses with extension of mass..." That sentence will replay in my head forever. <br />
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I know Tonka is an anomaly and has beaten more than his fair share of odds but that's not going to happen this time. I suggest if you would like to say your goodbyes that you do it soon - but do not cry around him please. He and I do not need the added stress of dealing with negative emotions. I want this time to be happy for him, he has spent the past 5 years bringing happiness and smiles to people and so that is what needs to be returned to him. I have never known a happier, sweeter soul than my boy and I probably wont again....<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-31362204443292639492013-08-06T20:15:00.001-04:002013-08-06T20:15:47.084-04:00Will we or Won't we?AP here:<br />
I just spent the last hour getting Tonka's gear ready for a trip to CVRC tomorrow.<br />
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Tomorrow is the MRI at <a href="http://vetimagingchesapeake.com/" target="_blank">Veterinary Imaging of the Chesapeake</a> and if all works out it could be followed by a scope with Dr. Klaser. Maybe to flush out what they find (foreign body) or biopsy what is there if it is a polyp or tumor. The bottom line is tomorrow should bring us some answers but.... it is Tonka. There have been so many times that we have done a diagnostic test only to have it be inconclusive or "normal".<br />
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So will we or wont we get an answer tomorrow that is the question?<br />
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I'm hoping for foreign body something quick and easy to fix so cross your fingers for us.<br />
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I haven't told him yet that he has to wear his help em up harness - he is going to be pissed....<br />
<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-1621667024376105972013-08-01T05:05:00.000-04:002013-08-01T12:26:30.168-04:00Out of the Frying Pan and into....AP here:<br />
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Have you ever had fed a dog a bowl of kibble pieces at a time as it was too weak to get up and eat? Have you ever curled up behind a dog with your hand on it's heart all night long to make sure it kept beating? Have you ever softly stroked their head and ears and sang them to sleep? <br />
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Well I have and sometimes still do...<br />
I know people don't always understand the bond that Tonka and I have but that doesn't matter. What matters is that I have spent the past 5 years teaching him about the world outside his sightless eyes and protecting him from harm.<br />
We have had adventures across 1000's of miles and met many people and animals and he has spread happiness wherever we went. We have run and wrestled and laughed; and yes my Tonka can laugh.<br />
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There is an added bond of trust patience that is created between a blind / disabled dog and it's human. Tonka relies on me for everything now, before it was just to navigate new places but since he can no longer walk I am responsible for 100% of his daily care every minute of every day.<br />
He is an extraordinary boy, a once in a lifetime occurrence and he is not a dog he is so much more. He is the most loving and gentle soul I have ever met. He is my friend, my boy, my son, my heart and there are days like today where I feel I have failed him greatly.<br />
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In April his nose was stuffy and we treated him for allergies. In May he was still stuffy and we had his cancer surgery, again still thinking allergies. Maybe if I hadn't been so floored with the cancer diagnosis I would have paid more attention to the nose. In June, still stuffy so the thought now became perhaps he has a polyp and yet still I did not push for a definitive answer. In July still stuffy and now a lump has appeared on the bridge of his nose, why did it take this lump for me to really pay attention and pursue a reason. I cant answer that question and its killing me.<br />
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On Tuesday July 30th Dr. Klaser did a needle aspirate of the lump on the nose and on July 31st the cytology report came back. No abnormal cells were present which is an awesome thing but sometimes good news is not actually 100% good news. The sample contained mixed inflammation cells and some nasal epithelial cells which suggests communication between the lump and the nasal cavity. Essentially this shows that whatever is in the nose is working its way up and out. The thought of my beautiful boy in pain and discomfort with an open wound between his eyes is way too much to bear. The reality that I have let whatever is in his nasal cavity grow for going on 4 months without pressing for an MRI or scope breaks my heart. I am immensely thankful that it is not cancer but I am also not so naive to know that if this thing gets to his brain we are in big trouble. I once had a stress fracture in my foot and a cyst developed over top of that part of bone. I can only think that this cyst on his nose is in response to whatever is in the nose. So all though I am relieved that the lump on top is not cancer I am worried about what lurks below. I did get a pretty good picture of inside his mouth and his palate and there are no signs of anything coming down so that is a little reassuring.<br />
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The current plan is to MRI his head and possibly follow that up immediately with a rhinoscopy to get a biopsy of whatever they find. If it is up too far in the sinus cavity where a rhinoscopy would not be effective then an option could be a small surgical procedure like a punch to get a sample. Everything hinges upon the MRI findings and what the Dr.'s are comfortable with that day especially the length of time needed with him under anesthesia. I have looked ahead at possible outcomes and we have discussed possible treatment plans. Between now and the MRI I will be researching what those treatments and drugs could entail.<br />
<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-78263920989992652962013-07-30T19:00:00.000-04:002013-07-30T19:54:13.495-04:00My Lumpy Nosed BearAP here:<br />
Exactly three weeks ago Tonka and I went to see Dr. Roa. In getting him out of the truck I accidentally bumped his head on the back of the truck. Once inside the waiting area Tonka's Aunt Gina came to see him and remarked that he had a knot on his nose right at the bridge. I assumed that it was from our less than graceful exit from the truck. Three weeks later the knot is still there and this past Saturday Tonka got sick. Now my boy hardly ever throws up and I can count the times on two hands that he has thrown up in the past 5 years so off to GAVH we went.<br />
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<a href="http://www.gavh.com/staff/item.html/n/20010" target="_blank">Dr. Gerity</a> took a look at him and other than the fact that he is definitely having an allergic reaction to something causing his feet to itch and his fur to stain the only thing that could be upsetting him would be some of his medication. We discussed stopping some of the meds and putting him on something to settle and coat his stomach and then she turned her attention to his lump. Now Tonka has not been able to breathe right out of the right side of his nose since April so the thinking has been that perhaps there is a polyp or tumor that is blocking the passage. The presence of the lump could be whatever is in there pushing up and trying to find a way out, so basically coming up through the bone. Cancer nasal tumors destroy bone and can erode a hole out. The other disturbing trend lately is whenever he stands in his wheels his tongue turns a dark pink. This could be due to something occluding blood flow as well. <br />
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The thought of this of course was very upsetting so I made an appointment with <a href="http://www.avim.us/" target="_blank">internal medicine</a> and Dr. Klaser to take a look and biopsy it. We discussed the possibility of being able to do a needle biopsy instead of a <span class="st">rhinoscopy</span> but to be prepared for that if the lump was too hard to use a needle. A needle aspirate allows a Dr to take a small sample to look at. It is
less invasive then a surgical biopsy and there is no anesthesia
involved. Anesthesia always involves some risk and recovery time. We were lucky and Dr. Klaser found a softer spot on the lump to do the needle aspirate. <br />
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At first glance it appears to consist of mostly cyst cells but some cells were grouped together that looked a little off so we will wait for the final report from <a href="http://www.idexx.com/view/xhtml/en_us/corporate/home.jsf" target="_blank">IDEXX</a> which should be back in a few days. So once again in looking for a quick and neat answer to a Tonka problem - well its just not happening. I am relieved that it wasn't a definitive nasty tumor full of cancer cells as that would have shortened our remaining time together dramatically. I am still at a loss about his breathing problem and at this point he basically has very little air flow in the right nostril at all. It doesn't appear that this lump is the cause but again we shall wait for the report to come back.<br />
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Holding on to hope......<br />
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and T Man sticking out his tongue to Cancer!<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-81493844404465498412013-07-26T05:49:00.000-04:002013-07-26T11:07:17.907-04:00Once again it is all in his head....Tonka here:<br />
On July 9th I went to see my good friend Dr. Roa because AP thought maybe I had hurt my knee or hip. <br />
Seems I can't hold a stand with my back right leg anymore. I don't think I hurt it trying to get up or flipping over but AP wanted to be sure.<br />
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AP made me wear my help em harness since I can't stand up to help her get me out of the truck. I hate wearing it so I hope my leg gets better quick.<br />
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I got to see all my friends before my appointment and then Dr. Roa came
in and checked me over while I was in my wheels and then out of my
wheels. He made me move around and pushed and pulled on me and told AP
he could not find anything physical to be the problem. He thinks it's
all still part of my silly brain not talking correctly to my legs. He said I should get back to therapy and see if that helps. That made me happy cuz now I will get to see my girlfriends once a week again and AP was happy that I am not broken.<br />
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When we got home I took a long nap and then got to go out on the porch for awhile. I love laying on the porch. My friends Megan and Cayden came by and hung out with me for awhile.<br />
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Later that night after dinner AP gave me a frozen peanut butter kong for being such a good guy all day. I love Peanut Butter!<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-31961780210292138872013-07-21T09:40:00.000-04:002013-07-21T10:41:11.261-04:00Zip Line to the Park...AP here:<br />
With all the medical posts I have done I thought I would take a detour to non medical (ish) post.<br />
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As Tonka can no longer hold a stand it is difficult for me to get him out of the truck now. In the past<br />
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I needed to come up with something to get him up and hold him up so I could get to the back and lead him forward - unhook- and take him down the ramp - so I made a zip line type deal that would use the back portion of his help em up harness.<br />
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This morning we tested it out....<br />
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We drove to the park to meet Aunt Carol and Nala and the zip line did not work out too badly for a first run. I made a little movie about it...<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-75345753719078173902013-07-13T02:31:00.000-04:002013-07-14T08:33:59.446-04:00It is not a tumor...AP here:<br />
With the breathing problem getting worse and his inability to get comfortable I was becoming more worried that we were dealing with a tumor in his nose and that perhaps he had a broken rib. There are always options for diagnostic tools in our immediate vicinity as we are very fortunate to have not only specialists less than 20 miles away but also an MRI machine at <a href="http://vetimagingchesapeake.com/" target="_blank">VIoC</a>. Tonka had 2 MRI's when he started having difficulty walking and both showed nothing abnormal at the time. An MRI requires full anesthesia and since he just had such a lengthy surgery I decided that perhaps we should just do some x-rays to get started. I had the x-ray of his nose from May which showed how congested his right side had become.<br />
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Several Dr.s had looked at the x-ray and since it did not show any bone loss at that time the thought was it was just a sinus infection. From April to mid-June he was on 2 rounds of Amoxicillian and Baytril as well as an antihistamine hydroxyzine and Flonase as an inhaled steroid. None of the medication seemed to help so now I wanted a new x-ray to see if anything had changed.<br />
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We scheduled an appointment at GAVH for June 25th and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Caitlinscritterpetsitting?fref=ts" target="_blank">Caitlin</a> happened to be working that day so that worked out perfect. Tonka loves Caitlin and she would be able to help. They gave him a 1/2 a dose of a sedative and took x-rays of his nose, his chest and shoulders and abdomen.<br />
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No broken bones or fractures were apparent so that left either a muscular or neuro muscular problem. The nose looked the same as it had in May so no overgrowth that would indicate infection and no destruction that would be indicative of tumor. The theory became that it could be a polyp and unfortunately with canine noses a CT, MRI or scope would be the only way to know for sure. <a href="http://www.gavh.com/staff/item.html/n/20013" target="_blank">Dr. Woodburn</a> and I discussed the fact that since this seemed to all be muscular we should try some muscle relaxers and pain medicine and see if that would help. He also made sure I understood that this could also be caused by a brain tumor. I could tell a difference already as he was more relaxed from the sedative and his muscles were no longer twitching under my hands. He was groggy all day and slept really well and that night we did not have the bizarre grimace breathing episode.<br />
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He seemed to be more relaxed on the meds but still not breathing well especially when laying on his left side. Then one day out of the blue his right hind leg no longer wanted to support his weight if I put him in a stand. This gave me something new to worry about and I thought that perhaps he had tried to get up and fallen and torn something. I called and made an appointment with the surgeon that removed his tumors <a href="http://www.cvssvets.com/surgeons.php" target="_blank">Dr. Roa</a> at CVSS to rule out anything orthopedic. The first appointment I could get was 2 weeks out so in the meantime I started icing the leg just in case.<br />
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While working on a blog post I happened to look up the proper spelling of metoclopramide which is the official name for reglan. This is a drug that is given along with chemo to help with motility and nausea. It occurred to me as I looked it up that I had researched the Palladia up one side and down the other. I had even joined some canine cancer groups to specifically ask about it but I had not really looked into the Reglan. This was the first site I landed on <a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/druginfo/meds/a684035.html">http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/druginfo/meds/a684035.html</a><br />
The first thing I saw was the huge warning box and in reading through the symptoms my stomach turned and my heart sank....... These symptoms were some of the things he had been exhibiting and upon reading further it was contraindicated if there was a history of seizures. That hit me hard and I looked back through his history that I had given when we started down the chemo road to make sure I had not forgotten to include that. His seizures had always been so infrequent it was not always the first of his medical problems to think of. It was listed in his history so I had not forgotten which made me feel a tad bit less sick but no less angry with myself for not having researched it before letting him take it. <a href="http://www.tardivedyskinesia.com/reglan/" target="_blank">Tardive Dyskinesia</a> is the name of the disorder and when I started looking for that in <a href="http://www.tardivedyskinesia.com/symptoms/animals.php" target="_blank">animals</a> I did not find much but I did find people on the canine cancer group whose dogs had developed the same symptoms.Everything I read said the symptoms could disappear once off they medicine or they could be permanent. Thankfully he had only been on it a week but the problem with Tonka is he is so sensitive to medication that a week on something that does not agree with him is a week too long. Hopefully I can wean him off the muscle relaxers and the symptoms will be gone.Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-18869872821948017602013-06-29T21:00:00.000-04:002013-06-29T22:05:58.121-04:00The CrashAP here:<br />
The ER at CVRC is a busy place but it is the best place for Tonka when he is in distress. Most all of his specialists are there and everyone knows him. So when he had the multiple instances of diarrhea and was weak and dehydrated it was the place for him to get the best care.<br />
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We arrived around 5:00pm on Monday June 3rd and he would not be leaving till Tuesday June 4th at 7:00pm. They had taken him back and started him on IV's and his Aunt Gina came to sit with me and make sure he was OK. She also came to make me go get dinner with her since she knew that I would be spending the night there and would not eat otherwise. They put my boy in one of the nice large condos with lots of comfy bedding.<br />
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This is where I would also be spending part of my night and most of the next day. It was a little surreal being there again overnight as it was just a month earlier I had been there for 2 nights when he had his surgery.<br />
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The next morning his care was transferred from the ER staff to the Internal Med./Oncology staff.<br />
Diana who had helped me carry him in the night before was kind enough to bring me coffee and a muffin for breakfast when she came in to work. Since it was Tuesday morning it was also his usual therapy day so all his therapists were there and came by several times to pet him throughout the day as well as his Aunt Gina and his surgeon Dr. Roa. <br />
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I went back to sit with him whenever they would let me and I stayed cuddled in the condo with him for a good part of the 20 some hours we were there. At lunch his therapist Chris went out and got me a sandwich and sat with him while I went out front to eat it. Everyone was super about taking care of him and me and giving him lots of love. It is both a blessing and a curse that he is so well known there by everyone. We are fortunate that we have the resources locally for the kind of support and medical attention he needs.<br />
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In the afternoon his oncologist Dr. Peterson talked to me about his blood work which was pretty normal and wanted to do an ultrasound to see if they could come up with anything else that could have caused this. Since the last chemo dose had been Friday and he tanked early Monday the theory was it was not the meds that had upset him. The chemo meds are supposed to clear the body within 48 hours. I agreed to the ultrasound and when it was done it also looked normal the only thing was a little thickening of the intestinal wall in a spot but after consulting with Dr. Roa it was agreed that was from he surgery. Tonka may be a big boy but he is a very sensitive guy when it comes to meds and this had not gone well. Part of the medicine protocol was <span class="st">Metoclopramide which helps move food through the system. I had given Tonka his heartworm meds Sunday morning which consists of two squares that look like treats (heart guard) and the smaller one had passed through completely intact. I think perhaps the medicine worked a little too well.....</span><br />
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It was now past 24 hours of being on fluids non stop and both of us were ready to go. They wanted to keep him overnight again but I said no and promised to keep him hydrated. Now that he was no longer in distress the best place for him was home. <br />
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I had wrapped up his tail with an ace bandage after his third bout of diarrhea as I was out of vet wrap and Caitlin had bought some with her and re wrapped it for me. Once home I kept his tail wrapped for a few more days just in case.<br />
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He could not seem to get comfortable and would puff his cheeks out and sigh as well as twitching and jerking a bit. He was still hating to lie down on his left side and his breathing was not getting any better. I was hesitant to put him back on his meds for his allergy/sinus problem so I waited a few days to make sure he was OK and eating well. I kept him on Flagyl for the diarrhea for next seven days. On that seventh day we went to see Dr. Philips for acupuncture, we had tried it before for his lameness but now I wanted to see if it would stimulate his appetite and perhaps make him relax. I showed Dr. Phillips how he had an issue laying on his one side and how he was jumpy around his ribcage. She agreed that something was definitely off and that he was not his normal happy self. We discussed maybe having a full MRI done to figure out<br />
1. does he have a tumor in his nose and it is not allergies or sinus <br />
2. is something broken and making him uncomfortable <br />
That night he had a full blown seizure. It had been two years since he had one and it caught me off guard. It was 11:30 at night and I called the ER and spoke to one of the Dr.s that had seen him the week before. We agreed that since it was only one and under 5 minutes long we would wait to see if he had another one before rushing him in. Running down his list of meds the only one that could have possibly been a cause was the Flagyl. He was postictal for about 20 minutes and during that phase he knows nothing not even his name. He kept trying to stand and walk which completely broke my heart. I had to keep repositioning him to stay down and he was flailing frantically. When he did come back to being fully himself he was very hungry and thirsty. I had been sleeping on the floor with him for only 1/2 of the night but
after the seizure I went back to sleeping with him all night.<br />
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He was very jumpy and snoring a lot and then one night I could not wake him up. His face was contorted in a horrible grimace and his breathing was very labored. He stayed like that for almost an hour and then sat up like nothing had happened. I got him some water and he then laid down and slept normally the rest of the night.<br />
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This became a nightly occurrence so I took a video and sent it to someone who could maybe tell me what this was. The answer came back perhaps a different form of seizure. Every vet I talked to about this felt that perhaps his breathing and strange activity was being caused by a tumor in his nose that was now pressing up into the brain. It was time to decide a course of action<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-40782143042050218172013-06-28T09:00:00.000-04:002013-06-29T07:58:25.447-04:00The Chemotherapy Whirlwind<i>AP here and it has been exactly one month since we started down the road of chemo. It has been a crazy time and one that has kept me busy trying to figure out the best recourse for my boy. It has also been very stressful and I felt the need to shut everything down while we were trying to get back to some sense of normalcy. A lot has happened and not all of is related to the cancer. I am going to try to catch the blog up with the events of the last month with the next several posts so please bear with me.</i><br />
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Palladia the chemo drug recommended for Tonka - nice enough sounding drug, the name kind of rolls off the tongue, sounds sorta harmless, like a vacation spot or something. As with all new things and my boy I did my research and joined a few canine cancer groups online and started asking for any feedback from those that had used it. I came up with a mixed bag or reactions, some people loved it, others hated it and due to some rare side effects feel it ended their dogs time early. I was still battling with Tonka's inability to breathe very well and the various medication he was on for that so I was not sure if I wanted to jump in right away. I decided to wait a week and try to get his allergies under control and get him off some of the meds before beginning. Everyone was OK with that and so we went back to our normal routine of therapy and underwater treadmill for the week.<br />
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Lately he had been not wanting to lie down on his left hip and seemed to be having a hard time rolling up on his side without help so I was hopeful that he just had rib out again and therapy would help. He did seem better after his therapy session and so we kept up our routine and had a treadmill session a few days later.<br />
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He did really well in the treadmill and I know he enjoys it because he can actually run and move his legs like nothing is wrong. It was nice to get back to our routine and everything seemed to be getting back on track except his sense of smell. He was still so congested that I wanted to postpone chemo one more week but was advised that I needed to start immediately as the tumors were an aggressive type. The weekend came and went and his sense of smell was no better but it was now Chemo week so the Tuesday morning of May 28th we headed to therapy with an oncology appointment right afterwards.<br />
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Therapy did not seem to help much and he was still in pain while we were waiting in the lobby. Dr. Roa came through and he did a quick check of him but couldn't find anything. Then Dr. Klaser arrived for his chemo consult and we discussed that he seemed to be in pain lately and she suggested an ultrasound of his belly as well as the blood work he was already there for. We hung out for awhile till they were ready for him and all his friends came by to say hi and to give him attention. When they took him back for his blood work and to check his abdomen I sat in the lobby and semi successfully tried to keep it together.Dr. Klaser returned after his exam and we talked about the fact that he is just not himself and seems in pain. She did not see anything on the ultrasound and his blood work was fine so the only thing left was to pick up the chemo meds that afternoon and start them the next day. <br />
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I took him home and made him comfortable and put some ice packs on his neck and ribs and he was soon fast asleep. That afternoon I drove back to CVRC and picked up his meds and received the instructions on what to give him and when. The biggest 2 things to look for were diarrhea and vomiting and anything more than once was a red flag.I drove home with his little blue bag of pills and a lump in my throat.<br />
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The thing about chemo meds is that the medication can be present in the
urine, feces and saliva so anyone handling those things should wear
gloves. Since Tonka is incontinent and has to be expressed manually that
meant that Caitlin and I had to wear gloves and dispose of his pee pads
and poop bags in sealed plastic baggies. I put boxes of gloves in
strategic locations and covered the carpet with contractors sticky back
plastic to make sure if there were any accidents the mess would be
minimized.<br />
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Of course the next morning (the first day of chemo) Tonka
decided to not eat anything for breakfast.When I say anything I mean
anything - nothing would entice him not even his favorite treat. I ended
up scrambling a couple of eggs and he did eat some of that but I was
not happy giving him all that medicine on a partially full stomach.<br />
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the list of meds...<br />
4 pepcid AC's twice a day - before meals<br />
Metocloprimide - 3 a day<br />
Palladia -90Mg on Mon/Wed/Fri<br />
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this point he was already on Hydroxyzine and Amoxicllian for his stuffy
nose and his daily thyroid med. If you follow the blog you know he is a
sensitive moose when it comes to medications so I was worried that this was all too much. He was doing really well and other than not wanting to eat much everything seemed normal. Then I went and jinxed us by saying that out loud to a few people. The rapid descent started on June 3rd at 12:30am when I heard him whining. Tonka has never whined a day in his life. Barked yes but whined-no. The poor guy had pooped all over his bedding and in trying to get away from it he had literally dragged his back end through it. I cleaned him up enough to stand him up and he immediately pulled me towards the shower. The only thing Tonka hates more than water is being dirty. I got him into the shower and cleaned up the best I could with no rubber mats on the bottom to keep him from slipping. Usually I have time to setup the shower to bathe him with mats and his shampoo and towels close by. I got him out and had to lay him on the floor to go get towels and pick up his soiled bedding, he was not happy about that but I had no choice. I got down clean bedding and towels and then lifted him and maneuvered him back onto them. the instant I started to lower him he had another episode of diarrhea It was now 1:20am I managed to get a pee pad under his hind end and lay him down on the plastic covered carpet while I picked up the bedding and put down clean stuff once again. I knew neither of us had the strength for the shower again so I put a towel over the pee pad and got a bucket of warm soapy water and a washcloth and set about cleaning him up. Once that was done I moved him back to his bedding and put a fresh pee pad under him and used the blow dryer to get him semi dry. He went again at 3:00am and at 4:15 and each time I repeated the clean up process. I emailed the oncology group as this was a chemo med day and I wanted them to know what was happening. His Dr. responded at 5:00 to withhold the chemo for the day and they would call me a little later.<br />
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Dr. Peterson called at 8:00 and I started him on<span class="st"><i> </i>metronidazole</span> with instructions to not give him his Palladia and to see if he improved. We were good until 10:30 when the poor boy went yet again. It was my belief that there could not be anything left in him and I had to go to work for a few hours so I headed out. It wasn't long until that theory was proven wrong when my mom stopped in at 12:30 to check on him he went again but this time he also vomited. By the time Caitlin came for the day he was in bad shape. She sent me a text that his gums were tacky and he would not open his eyes for her so I rushed home. We put him in his stroller minus the wheels and handle and loaded him in the truck. I called the ER and told them we were coming in. His therapist Diana from CVSS met me at the truck and helped me carry him in. The next time I saw him they had drawn blood to test and had him on IV fluids.<br />
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Not a good start to our Chemotherapy experience...<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-31714787641453687452013-06-02T20:21:00.001-04:002013-06-06T04:18:32.398-04:00Tumors and Things...AP here:<br />
<i>It has been one month since Tonka's surgery and I have been fighting my own private war with the results of what they found. I want to thank Liam and Ollie's moms for stepping in and posting such awesome and heartfelt posts in my absence. Tonka and I truly have amazing friends!</i><br />
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On May 1st 2013 Tonka underwent exploratory surgery to remove what we thought was one small tumor off of his small intestine and to make sure there were no others. There were actually 3 one up top at the section known as the duodenum, one in the middle section called the jejunum and one at the end which is known as the ileum. The surgery went well and he recovered very nicely. In true Tonka style he already acts like it never happened and is back to his normal routines.<br />
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The tumors were sent to Colorado State University to pathology to determine what type they were. It took a week to get the report back and unfortunately the news was not good. All 3 were the same kind and all three were cancerous. I made an appointment with Dr. Peterson at <a href="http://www.avim.us/pages.aspx?content=61" target="_blank">AVIM and Oncology</a> for the soonest available which was one more week out. In the meantime I took the pathology report and started doing research.<br />
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I did not like what I found.<br />
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During this week of waiting I kept things sort of quiet and tried to keep positive but in my heart I knew this was not going to be good.<br />
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On Thursday May 16th Tonka and I entered CVRC like we normally would and all his friends from the different specialties stopped to say hello to him in the lobby and feed him treats. He got a check-up from Dr. Roa who said he was looking great and I ran into Dr. Rosenthal (Tonka's heart Doctor) and we had a quick chat about the surgery and the findings. As usual everyone was great and his Aunt Gina was right there with us for moral support.<br />
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We met with Dr. Peterson and she started by explaining how the visit was going to progress and then set about asking questions on his medical history. She then examined him and once that was done she sat down and went over the pathology report with me. It was exactly what I feared. I wont go into all the little details as the only things that really matter is that they were "undifferentiated sarcomas" and "stage 3". The bottom line is that with chemo we might get a year. We discussed the options available taking into account my boy's sensitivity to medications and how exactly we would work his visits in with his therapy days. The biggest point we covered was quality of life for Tonka and having him happy and able to live out his days normally (well Tonka normal). I am not real sure how much I actually retained from the appointment because even though I tried to keep it together inside I was breaking. I am sure that is why they give their patients a very comprehensive packet to take home that recaps everything they went over.<br />
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We left the room and immediately went out the door, part of me felt bad not saying goodbye to all his friends but I also needed to get outside and breathe. I have a hard rule about not being upset around Tonka and I came very close to breaking that rule once in the truck. The ride home was very long and surreal for me but for Tonka it was just another ride home in the truck from a morning of hanging out with people and getting some love and attention. That is the beautiful thing about the Tonka Man - everyday is a good day no matter what is going on as long as he has some love and some cookies. Nothing to get worried or upset about - its all good in his world, I really wish I could be more like him.<br />
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The chemo option I am choosing is a drug called Palladia and is given in pill form. It can be stopped pretty much immediately and side effects are mostly gastrointestinal. If this does not agree with him we will stop and continue on for how ever long we have.The goal here is the same one it has always been and that is for Tonka to have a happy and normal life like any other dog.<br />
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My heart is completely torn. I am so, so sad and so damn angry that I cannot fix him. He is my heart and I have done everything I possibly could to protect him and keep him healthy and happy but I am helpless with this. It is so unfair and so devastating that it has been impossible for me to talk about this except with a few people.<br />
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T and I started this blog to educate people on life with a blind dog and we hope that it has helped people see that dogs with disabilities can have a happy normal life. I am going to try to keep up with the blog and share our experience with the chemo in hopes that we can help others that are going through this. I can't guarantee that I will always find the time or the words to write as often as I should. <br />
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I do have 2 requests at this time.<br />
#1 Do not be sad around Tonka - he will get upset if you are upset<br />
#2 (and please don't take this the wrong way)<br />
Do not talk to me about it unless I specifically bring it up - I am trying very hard to live by request #1 and believe me if you think its hard for you to not be upset it is a million times harder for me.<br />
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<br />Tonkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09728796978642731086noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652015697214260401.post-28670243854842922942013-05-29T08:53:00.000-04:002013-05-29T08:53:26.224-04:00Meet Tonka's supporting cast: Ollie Lollie<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Hi everyone -- this week I am
guest blogging. My name is Oliver (Ollie Lollie). I am a 3 year old
RESCUED newfoundland. I have had the utmost pleasure and honor of
personally knowing Tonka and Alice. First, I wanted to tell you a little
about me.</div>
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I was rescued two years
ago. I was just over a year old and only 90 pounds and had developed and
staph infection ALL OVER MY BODY. I was dropped off on newfie rescue's
doorstep. I was extremely lucky to find my forever home within 48 hours.
My mom and dad both work in the vet business and were able to nurse me back to
health. I am now a HEALTHY 150 pound newfie who enjoys my two lab
brothers and have learned to kiss and hug.</div>
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Tonka and I have met on several
occasions and traveling together at our events -- we get a lot of
compliments! So many people think we are the same breed -- just different
colors. I do love him and he has taught me, my mom and so many other people
that just because you are dealt a bad hand it does not need to control your
life.</div>
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As Tonka and Alice begin
another journey down an uncertain road, I implore you to keep positive
thoughts, send hugs and please just support both of them. My mom and I
have never met a more dedicated mom --- EVER!. BOTH OF THEM are
going through a tough battle and while most people have an opinion on what
should, could or would be done, you never know until your baby is put in that
position.<br />
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See just like me and my mom, Tonka is Alice's heart and soul. She has
taken an already amazing dog and nurtured, loved, supported and has redefined
the role of caregiver. But with that -- Alice is hurting beyond words and
needs us to support her in her decision and course of treatment for
Tonka. </div>
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Tonka and Alice have taught me
that no matter what life throws your way, you don't need to to define
your life. Tonka is proof positive of that as well as my self.</div>
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So, take a moment, step back and ask if this was your heart
and soul - -what would you do? I am pretty sure you would do exactly what
Alice has done ... everything in her power to make Tonka happy.</div>
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