Read the title carefully:
When A Little Bit Of Knowledge Can Be Dangerous And Heartbreaking.
Little is the key word here.
As a vet tech I have a small amount of knowledge in veterinarian medicine. I am by no means an expert and would never claim to be. Each day I go to work and I learn something new. What I know is from what I have seen and been taught by licensed veterinarians who went to school for many years.
Vet techs and assistants see crazy shit all the time which in turn, I believe, makes us one of the more paranoid pet owners in the world when our pets get sick. Of course I can only speak for myself here, but I have seen other techs act the same way as me.
Sometimes we know just enough to make things complicated when our pets get sick. We have just enough resources available to us to induce panic. We are able to read our pets report from the lab before the vet ever sees it. We are able to analyze and over analyze everything because it’s right at our fingertips.
When we are left with no answers, only questions about our pets health we are left with an undetermined amount of time for our minds to wander.
Hence the situation we have going on with Sherman……………..and me.

Before I get to the latest debacle, let me say that Sherman is doing well, he is not any worse than he was, and I would have to say he has improved. He has never stopped eating during any of this and over the last few days has showed interest in wanting to play. He is getting around fine, without any signs of limping in his back legs. He has become even more of a velcro dog than he was before and is constantly following me around the house. I’m pretty sure at this point in time, he is more worried about me than I am about him, if that’s even possible.
Despite all of this we still have no answers and the more tests we run the more questions we are left with. Recent lab works show mild kidney and liver elevations. And when I say mild I mean barely out of the normal range.
Not enough to suggest anything but enough to watch, and induce panic into a concerned owner.
That would be me.
Concerned owner with a wandering mind and just enough knowledge to be dangerous which brings me to last Saturday when I came home from work and noticed Sherman chewing on his back leg. I immediately went over to check out the situation and as soon as I saw the ulcerated mass that he had been chewing on my heart broke into a million pieces.
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