Our first baby
August 16, 2010As many of you know, Margaret Rose is our first born. Aaron and I adopted her early on in our relationship a little over 9 years ago. She is spoiled rotten but is the sweetest pup you’ll ever meet. We bring her with us everywhere…probably much to many of our friends and family members dismay. She is gentle with the boys, and is known to go up to a baby chick and lick it in the face. While many basset hounds can’t be left off leash because of their strong sense of smell, Margaret is happy keeping only a few steps ahead, and waiting for us at each turn.
Friday when we woke up I noticed Margaret was acting different. She wouldn’t walk in a straight line, or lay on her side for a belly rub. At the vet the doctor gave me the worse news: there is a mass on her spleen. Our options were to 1) do nothing and only have a month with her. 2) remove the spleen and only have 2-3 months with her, or 3) remove the spleen and do chemo, giving us 9-12 months at best. The news devastated us. We brought her home knowing that the mass had a potential to burst at any time, thus causing her to bleed out. We did some crying, and then some research. It turns out that there is a slim chance that the mass may not cancer. She has given us so much joy that we decided that even if the chance she’ll be ok is slim, we have to try anyway. She had surgery that evening and came home the next day. The doctor had found that the mass did in fact rupture at some point in time but had healed over. We could have lost her unexpectedly so much sooner! She is already feeling better…constantly rolling over for belly rubs and is loving all the spoiling. I’m just trying to keep and calm, clears mind until Wednesday when the lab results are back confirming how long we’ll have left with her.
Just before we decided to do the surgery we had a little impromptu photo session. Ignore the messy hair, clothing and tears.





































































































