Little Violet is such a trooper. Here she is on April 5, just beginning to recover from another serious bout of pancreatitis. She's going to be thirteen years old this spring, and I really wasn't sure she'd make it through this illness (again). We decided not to hospitalize her any more. (The last stay was so horrible.) Bradley — a trooper himself — never relented with her extensive at-home medical treatments (subcutaneous fluids three times a day, etc.), and on this day, she feels well enough to sit out front and watch the world go by (especially her dog pals on their evening walks). Pretty face.
What I didn't know when I took this picture is that she was also about to face another "bad back" episode (on top of her usual achy arthritic knees issue, for which she takes Tramadol and gets weekly cold laser treatments). She has some kind of herniated disc that acts up now and then when she takes a spill or jumps off the sofa the wrong way. This time, she was pretty much paralyzed for a week, gradually able to lift her head, then kind of sit up, then to stand (with help), etc.
Again, she was a trooper. (Sometimes a pretty doped up trooper.) I was definitely fazed, but again, Bradley never lost hope. Before long, our Little Monkey was actually well enough to go to the Arroyo Burro dog beach in Santa Barbara! She still walked with a sling around her belly, but she had a blast. So did we. Today she's still wobbly and needs a lot of boosts, but her quality of life is pretty dang good again. She expects to go to the park every day, etc.
A few previous posts about Violet: Malibu Monkey, Raining, Raining, Raining!, Violet Spazzing.
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