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In March 2001, Misha suffered a hematoma in her left ear. Emergency treatment by Dr. Carlisle saved the day and the ear, but for several weeks, she looked as though she were wearing a winding cloth, like Jacob Morley's Ghost.

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1 April is April's birthday - Number 10 this year! We bought some Pup Cakes at Three Dog Bakery in Madison, Wisconsin, added Frosty Paws, and had a birthday party out on the deck. Misha always finished hers first and then checked out any crumbs left on the deck by either of the other two.

Due to a family emergency, I was out of town for three weeks in April. When I returned, we realized that Misha was drinking and urinating more than usual. She was treated for a bladder infection, but it would not be cured. It was recommended that we return to the University of Wisconsin-Madison Veterinary Teaching Hospital Oncology Clinic, where she had been treated for her hemangiopericytoma two years before.

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"Do you like my leopardskin panties??"

There, she was diagnosed with pseudomonas, a type of bladder infection that is almost impossible to eradicate, particularly due to a vaginal stricture. Her ultrasound showed inflamed lymph nodes in the abdomen which were considered the secondary cancer area, although the primary source of the cancer was never determined, even with a CT Scan. She was also considered to be in the primary stages of Cushing's Disease. Poor thing was a MESS from the waist back, although her attitude and appetite were, at this point, unflagging.

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We spent the summer of 2001 consulting with various oncologists, holistic veterinarians, and our own veterinarian, Dr. Pisarik. We decided to treat the bladder infection and her arthritic back legs, to make her comfortable as possible, and to love her for as long as we could.

On 2 August, I wrote "Musings on Parrallelisms" to my cyberfriends:

While walking with the girls at the state park this morning (seven square miles with no one else around - perfect for off-lead meanderings, literal for them and metaphorical for me), I thought about how my Mother's and Misha's gradual deterioration has so many similarities:

They both sleep a lot, although both have become livelier since their illnesses have been diagnosed and their medications adjusted (fewer meds for my Mother; more meds for Misha).

Neither hikes anymore, nor does either of them swim like she used to.

On our walks, Misha moseys from scent to scent, often quite a ways behind the girlz and myself, although I always keep her in sight. My Mother moseys from bed down the hallway to the dining room and then to the couch, or back to bed, always within someone's sight.

Misha gets outings to the park; my Mother has daily outings for a drive, with a Daquiri Ice cone before going 'home'.

They both still often show a spark of who and what they were . . .

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VetteMan grooms his Best Girl



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CONTINUE WITH MISHA IN MEMORIAM HERE


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