Succumbed to the Cone of Shame

Well, first, Tate’s off the Tramadol.  His pain is a little higher, I called the vet for a substitute but no return call.

Last night was the night from hell.  Panting and restlessness for hours.  The only time he settled was when I let him outside, he would have slept outside if I would have let him.  As soon as I brought him in, the panting started again and he tried to hide under the dining room table.  I laid on the floor and pet him but it didn’t help so I finally went to bed at 2:30 and listened to him pant for another hour before he finally stopped and put his head down.

Because his pain level is higher, I couldn’t put the onesie on him so the cone went on.  Oh, the drama!  So Dad took over.  Brought him outside and sat with him (low 30’s but at least it’s sunny!)  He let Tate bump into the house, get tangled in the bushes, stagger around.  When Dad would come into his field his view, he’d make his way over for some pets, which was kinda cute.  But the rest of it was hard to watch…so I didn’t.

Anyway, he’s been out there for hours now, napping in the sun.  What a relief. 

I hate this stupid thi..zzzzz

Author: tatespeeps

Tate came to us in October 2007, was diagnosed with histiocytic sarcoma in February 2011, had a hemipelvectomy on March 15, 2011, and left us on November 28, 2011. He was 5 years old.

3 thoughts on “Succumbed to the Cone of Shame”

  1. Oh no! Not the cone of shame! In all seriousness, I know it is hard right now, but I promise things will get better, and before long you will look back with no regrets. The best advice we can give you is let him do what he feels comfortable with. If that means spending time outside, so be it. Keep up the pawsitive thoughts, Tate.

    Ginger’s pack

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