Photos of little Bellie over the years.
We are now monitoring cancer and aging. I am saddened.
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Presenting a collection of St. Louis bricks, sidewalk markers, and the Fleur-de-lis as architectural detail on and in city buildings, brick collecting, urban exploration, and my life by Christian Herman. Reporting from Tower Grove South in St. Louis, MO
Showing posts with label Bellie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bellie. Show all posts
5/4/21
4/23/21
3/30/21
3/28/21
We grow old
It was a tense week here at the manse.
I had taken Bellie to the Vet at the Humane Society on Macklind for her annual checkup. I felt that something was amiss with her skin and askd the Vet to check which she did. She said all was OK.
I didn't feel secure with that though, and the next day I had Bellie shaved at the groomer.
I noticed an odd, penny size, hairless growth on her thigh.
We went back to the Vet.
She had a mast cell tumor. The very next day she had surgery to remove it.
It was a cancerous mast cell tumor, low grade.
The surgeon called yesterday to tell me that she's missed some of the cells.
I don't get it. If you knew they were there how were they missed?
I had taken Bellie to the Vet at the Humane Society on Macklind for her annual checkup. I felt that something was amiss with her skin and askd the Vet to check which she did. She said all was OK.
I didn't feel secure with that though, and the next day I had Bellie shaved at the groomer.
I noticed an odd, penny size, hairless growth on her thigh.
We went back to the Vet.
She had a mast cell tumor. The very next day she had surgery to remove it.
It was a cancerous mast cell tumor, low grade.
The surgeon called yesterday to tell me that she's missed some of the cells.
I don't get it. If you knew they were there how were they missed?
3/14/21
2/28/21
2/22/21
2/12/21
A hobby
Bellie is ambitious and has an interest in archaeology.
Her recent dig went so deep I could only see her wagging tail from the hole.
In the hole she experiences rabid abandonment, a gleefulness usually manifested in a younger dog but when she was younger she was forced to be a mother at a camp.
Now puppyness is a frolicsome adventure of slinging mud about the yard while killing my prized hostas and the gentle ferns.
There's something down there she must have.
Perhaps a lost marble shooter. A snoozing beetle. Certainly not a forgotten bone from the other (RIP) dogs, no, they were mannered and did not dirty their paws.
When called Belle rapidly ascends, glances at the yard, gets her bearings, and flies through the door wanting to be in my arms.
She reeks and is dirty this little smelly Bellie.
Her recent dig went so deep I could only see her wagging tail from the hole.
In the hole she experiences rabid abandonment, a gleefulness usually manifested in a younger dog but when she was younger she was forced to be a mother at a camp.
Now puppyness is a frolicsome adventure of slinging mud about the yard while killing my prized hostas and the gentle ferns.
There's something down there she must have.
Perhaps a lost marble shooter. A snoozing beetle. Certainly not a forgotten bone from the other (RIP) dogs, no, they were mannered and did not dirty their paws.
When called Belle rapidly ascends, glances at the yard, gets her bearings, and flies through the door wanting to be in my arms.
She reeks and is dirty this little smelly Bellie.
Here she hid my slipper or maybe ate it and isn't embarrassed to request some yogurt.
2/10/21
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