With the help of Gemini, Blue Belle shares her story.
My Little Bump: A Dog’s Take on My Mast Cell Tumor
Hey there, fellow humans and doggos! It’s me, Blue Belle, your favorite four-legged philosopher and Canine Contributor. Today, I wanted to chat about something that’s been a part of my life for a while now: my little bump.
It started a while ago, just a tiny little thing on my back leg. At first, I didn’t even notice it. I was too busy chasing squirrels (they never see it coming!), getting belly rubs, and napping in sunbeams. My humans, though, they noticed everything. Their fingers started exploring, and their faces got that crinkly, worried look they sometimes get.
Then came the vet visits. Oh, the vet! Not my favorite place, to be honest. All those strange smells, the cold examination table, and the poking and prodding. But my humans were there, holding my paw (or, you know, my head), telling me I was a good girl, so I tried to be brave.
They called it a “mast cell tumor.” Sounds like a fancy dog biscuit, right? But apparently, it’s not. It’s some kind of a “C-word” that makes my humans look extra sad sometimes. From what I can gather, it means there are some cancer cells in my body that are just a little too excited, causing this bump to grow. So, the vet made me go into a deep sleep, cut out the bump, and then I had to visit a specialist. My oncologist vet, Dr. Hume, is extra nice to me. I really like her. My humans say she saved my life because I got really sick and had to stay over night in their hospital for several days. Dr. Hume and my humans didn’t give up on me. I survived to tell this story.
The best part, though, is how much extra love I’m getting! Extra cuddles, extra treats (shhh, don’t tell the vet!), and even more walks in the park. My humans are like my personal cheerleading squad. They tell me I’m strong, brave, and the best girl in the whole world. And you know what? I believe them.
I don’t really understand what the “C-word” means for the long run. I just know that right now I still love watching the neighbors walk by as my humans work in our beautiful flower gardens, sniffing all the spots where critters have wandered, and falling asleep next to my human’s lap. Life is still good.
My humans are doing everything they can to make sure I’m comfortable and happy. They’re talking to doctors, getting me special medicines, and even making me eat some funny-tasting food sometimes (but they hide treats in it, so it’s not so bad!).
So, if you see a dog with a little bump, or a shaved belly, don’t feel sad for them. Just give them an extra pat and tell them they’re a good girl or boy. Because even with a “mast cell tumor,” we dogs still know how to live life to the fullest. Every sniff, every wag, every cuddle is precious.
And hey, if you’re a human dealing with a pet who has a “C-word,” just remember to keep loving them. That’s the best medicine of all.
If you want to know more details about how my family helped me survive cancer check out the article My Dog Has Cancer – Now What?
Woof woof for now! Blue Belle
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