Tuesday, September 18
Midas came into the bedroom and I noticed right away that there was blood on his foot. On further inspection I found that there was a small, hard lump on his foot, next to his toe, which had split open a little. I put pressure on it until it stopped bleeding and mopped it up a little and throughout Midas couldn’t have cared less. Didn’t bother him at all. I was relieved that it wasn’t hurting him. I called and made a vet appointment to have it checked out on Friday.
Friday, September 21
We brought Midas to the vet up north, both of us figuring it would be a quick slice and he’d be all set. Nope. The vet thought there might be a possibility of skin cancer and therefore he needed to have surgery. Surgery to take the lump off. I was quite upset. So, I made his appointment for Saturday morning and headed to my parents house. I was going to the UP so my parents said they of course could drop Midas off and pick him back up. Again, I figured it would be nothing because last time he had a foot issue he bounced back full force by the time I picked him up…I was wrong.
He was unhappy being left behind – which is an understatement.
Midas freaks out anytime I leave him at my parents unless I, myself, put him in his kennel. Then I guess he “knows” I’m coming back for him. So, I had to put him in the kennel before we left.
Mason was totally lost, not knowing what to do and how to behave without Midas there to mimic and follow (which is why this was actually good for Mason to go on a trip with us by himself):
Saturday, September 22
I called my mom to make sure that Midas’s drop off had went fine, it did and then I called the vet. They told me he was going in for surgery at 12:30 and should be out at 1 and to call around then. I waited, called and was told that he was still in surgery and she would call me back in 15-20 minutes and let me know what was going on. An hour and twenty minutes later, no news. I am almost panicking at this point, terrified they had to amputate his leg or he was full of cancer or something and finally just called back. The relief of finding out he was fine made me forget to ask what happened to my return phone call, oh well. He pulled through fine and Mom picked him up without a problem and promised to call me when she got home. Downhill from there.
Mom calls me and says Midas isn’t doing so great: he’s stumbling and staggering into things, looking for me everywhere (hurting himself going up/down stairs and trying to look out the windows) and, worst of all, crying. Loudly. I can hear him crying in the background. I have not heard my dog cry since he was 8 weeks old and was being kennel trained. It about broke my heart. She said she was sitting on the floor with him (Mom doesn’t care for dogs much, so this was a big deal) and he was just wandering aimlessly, checking the doors and windows and crying….for me. He finally settled down and ate some and I got off the phone. It was horrible, I felt awful. After that Dad and Grandma (two of Midas’s favorite people) came home and saw him and that made him feel better. I called on and off all evening to see how he was doing – about the same.
Sunday, September 23
When I called in the morning, Mom said he was still whining and needy but seemed to be doing a lot better. She was thrilled with how easy it was to give him his medication. Thank goodness I’ve got such great parents!! We finally got into town and pulled into the driveway to pick him up. He was sooooo ecstatic to see me! He was flailing around, grunting and whining and licking and sniffing…basically going nuts. I was concerned he was going to hurt himself but he obviously wasn’t. He was all bandaged up on the one foot and his other leg was shaved where they had to stick him:
On the way home he crashed hard in the backseat (Mason missed him too) and slept all the way home. I feel a lot better now that he’s back with me, it felt odd being anywhere with Mason there and not Midas. Since being home he’s been super clingy to me. I can hardly go to the bathroom or take a shower without him right there, or right outside the door. He doesn’t listen to Eric if it involves leaving the room where I am in unless I tell him to. He needs to be touched and cuddled and pet and reassured. His foot is bothering him a little and he favors it a tad.
Monday, September 24
This was the day I was allowed to cut the bandage off for him. I could tell when I got home that he was irritated having it on still. It took awhile because he was “helping” me so much (licking my hand, the scissors, his foot, his leg, my leg etc) but I finally got it off. Then he had to lick his stitches until I made him stop and gave them each a new bone to gnaw on and forget about Midas’s foot.
His wound looks painful and red but it hardly ever bothers him. Once in awhile he will jump or step on something and jerk it up and I can tell it’s sore, but for the most part it seems to be doing fine, and he lets me look at it whenever I want to. After one time trying to nibble his stitches out and being reprimanded he pretty much leaves it alone.
Now I just have to wait for the biopsy results and decide what to do from there…
Monday, October 1
This was the day that Midas gets to have his sutures removed. It went smoothly (I hear, Eric had to take him in) and…they already had the biopsy results in – they came back BENIGN!!!! 
I was soooo relieved!!! I can’t even describe the feeling. I almost cried. Midas was pretty excited to get his stitches out and licked his foot a little bit, but again, he’s really good at leaving it alone. It looks a little raw to me still, but it should heal up fast.
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