Update: So, off we went to the vet last week. Thumper was knocked out, blood drawn, and X-rays taken. X-rays came back clean. Initial blood word showed that, yes, his thyroid numbers are low. Vet wanted to do a more specific test, which I ok'd. There was enough blood from the draw to do it, which was good.
Bottom line: his thyroid is low, so he is now on a thyroid med. After a month, the vet wants do do another test to see what's happening.
Started them med last Friday (7/20). He seems to be a bit calmer. He's hopped into my lap a few times, letting me pet and scratch him. He also comes up to me for attention. If he's focused on something not me, I can get his lead off without lighting him up. It's very clear that he is uncomfortable if I bend down and reach for him. Potentially hazardous to me. He seems to improve a tad every day, so patience and caution are the most important things for me to bring to the game.
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About a month ago, the day after my second cataract surgery, Thumper decided that he didn't want me touching him. I've talked with two dog trainers, who have done some informed speculating, and the consensus is, get him a physical.
So tomorrow, we are of to the vet. "How", you may ask, "can he get a physical when no one can touch him?" The answer is, anesthesia. He will be knocked out, poked, prodded, x-rayed, and assessed.
And then we'll know if he is salvageable. By which I mean, 1) can he and I somehow get along better, being a happy, fun dog; 2) do I take my loss and return him to the shelter; or 3) is he so far gone physically that the only answer is putting him to sleep.
To recap, I lost Baxter, Benny, and Griffin last year. I've been depressed since Thanksgiving. (I'm just figuring that out, and yes I have a Dr's appointment scheduled).
This truly and deeply sucks.
About a month ago, the day after my second cataract surgery, Thumper decided that he didn't want me touching him. I've talked with two dog trainers, who have done some informed speculating, and the consensus is, get him a physical.
So tomorrow, we are of to the vet. "How", you may ask, "can he get a physical when no one can touch him?" The answer is, anesthesia. He will be knocked out, poked, prodded, x-rayed, and assessed.
And then we'll know if he is salvageable. By which I mean, 1) can he and I somehow get along better, being a happy, fun dog; 2) do I take my loss and return him to the shelter; or 3) is he so far gone physically that the only answer is putting him to sleep.
To recap, I lost Baxter, Benny, and Griffin last year. I've been depressed since Thanksgiving. (I'm just figuring that out, and yes I have a Dr's appointment scheduled).
This truly and deeply sucks.
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