"Walk By Faith, Not By Sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
These past few weeks have been exciting for Tucker and a little bit stressful. Josh and I moved to a new place and Tucker is still taking to getting used to the new noises, smells, and location. Practically every night, he will wake up in the wee hours of the morning, and bark continuously, and loudly might I add, at the closet door that hides our A/C unit. Sometimes, it will make some funky sounds because it works so hard in this summer Florida heat, and the A/C closet just happens to be across the hallway from our open bedroom door (so Tucker can go in and out as he pleases). He also barks anytime he hears someone walking around upstairs. He has made himself right at home on our new bed, though.
The biggest adjustment for our pup has come from this past week, after an unexpected vet visit. Two weeks ago, Josh and I noticed a tumor growing on the back right paw. It was pink and bubbly looking. Me, being the worried mama I am to my fur baby, Googled that bad boy to see if any other dogs had experienced the same thing. The first thing I saw was cancer. You can only imagine where my mind immediately went. I stayed up that night fighting off panic attacks, thinking of how much Tucker has become more of a friend than a pet to me.
We waited a week to see if it changed at all, and then made the drive to the vet’s. Tucker is the weirdest dog; he doesn’t get scared at the vet, but rather gets so excited, with giant smiles everywhere! It was slightly amusing, and it brought me some peace of mind.
The vet confirmed that Tucker has a tumor, but thank goodness, it is benign! He gave us a gel to apply to the tumor twice a day, and put Tucker in the infamous cone of shame while the tumor heals, so Tucker won’t lick it and cause it to bleed (which was one of the things that had us concerned).
Tucker was really depressed for the first two days; just sleeping all day long. He didn’t even touch his food or water. I finally coaxed him to eat by hand feeding him, and then topping it with bacon grease, peanut butter, and Goldfish crackers. But, I was victorious! Tucker has been adjusting since, and has become his obnoxious, but still lovey playful pup.
Please continue to keep him in your prayers; that this will heal quickly and that we can remove the cone soon. He has no sense of personal space, and walks right into us with the cone. Not the greatest feeling.