First, the GOOD news. I do NOT have a tumor on my liver. Yeah! And my liver is the size it SHOULD be although it is darker than normal. My gall bladder looks okay too! The lady vet couldn't really see my pancreas because I ate, and I wasn't supposed to. I am peeing and pooping normally and I am not barfing. Those are all good things. Very good things, actually. Also, I do not act like I am sick. In fact, I was "squirmy" while the lady vet was trying to do the ultrasound. Who me? Do you believe that?
The BAD news. They do not know what is wrong with my liver enzymes levels. The lady vet said she had RARELY seen them that high. Since liver enzyme levels take about two weeks to lower, they are going to check me again in two weeks when I go for my bladder/urinary infection check up. Mom will talk to the main vet, Dr. L. tomorrow, then she will know more.
The SAY WHAT? Did you see what they did to me? Look at me!
They shaved little squares on me. Can you believe that? And they did it on both sides! See!
Can you believe that? And the other thing, mom brought something into the house that is scaring me. It is a PTU. Or otherwise known as a Prisoner Transport Unit. I think mom is going to crate me because I get into too much trouble loose. Can you believe that! After all I have been through?
When the nurse brought me out to mom, I jumped out of the nurse's arms and into mom's and gave her the biggest welcome I have ever given her. She had to sit down because I was so excited to see her, and what is she going to do to me after I give her such a wonderful welcome. Lock me away! It's unfair It's cruel and unusual punishment. It's terrible, I tell you. Terrible.
I am going to have to think of a way to torture her for this. I really am.
I want to thank everyone who's sending me prayers and good thoughts. I needed them today, while I was getting ultra-sounded. I think mom needed them too. She looked a little stressed whenshe picked me up. Now, if everything would just go back to normal, it would be all right