We've just been on a mammoth trek to Cambridge from Cardiff today. I didn't really go to bed last night and left home at 4 am to head off with Wilf to see if the cancer had spread.
Apart from the miserable day where we both got saturated (and I had to buy Wilf a thick pet blanket as he was shivering so much) they don't think the cancer has spread (they have to say it like that as no one can know if a rogue cell has found its way into his system). There are no guarantees, as we all know with cancer. Have been told to go for a check up in a few months and just keep monitoring him. For now no doubt I'll be the nervous owner until I can relax over time and live with the fact that it may come back. No matter what people tell you about how good the news is its you who has to live with the doubts for a while as you're so close to it before you can in time learn to relax. I told the oncologist that as always I'll treat him as a normal pup which she agreed was what I should be doing. Wilf was his usual funny self in that when the vet went to check on when radiography could take him he promptly thought not much going on here then and then proceeded to fall asleep on the treatment table ( I have a friend who insists that shows how ill he is, but I know and the oncologist vet realises that its just Wilf being laid back as when she came back he jumped back up with loads of energy to kiss her again). Mind you she then thought she' get away with not sedating him, but knowing Wilf as soon as the action starts he's conserved enough energy by sleeping during the boring bits and leaping at whatever's moving to try and (a) eat it, (
hump it, © kiss it, or (d) just dance round it.
Poor Wilf, I think the sedation combined with the overwhelming trip just got to him. I had to carry him wherever I went for the 1st 3 hours. Mind you at one point (Paddington Station) I began to panic as he was in such a deep sleep and quite listless I ended up checking his gums were still pink! He's bounced back now.
To think I really worried about going through London with Wilf on the underground. The whole trip to Cambridge from Cardiff out on the 1st train and hiking on the underground took 3 1/2 hours which isn't bad. Even coming back at rush hour we managed, and for once people were quite good about stepping out of my way and not bumping into me while I was carrying him—methinks London was replaced by aliens today. A young japanese tourist was so delighted with him she wanted to take pix as she's never seen anything so gorgeous as Wilf who had got his full energy back and was bouncing around by now (that's pups for you) she especially liked his new punk hairstyle.
