Overnight, Isis declined dramatically. This morning she was panting and kind of lying there looking dazed with dilated pupils. I'd read online that that can be a sign of pain in dogs with lymphoma, and noted that at least four additional swollen lymphnodes had popped up since yesterday. She was also unusually thirsty, which can apparently indicate a calcium imbalance in end-stage lymphoma in dogs. I'd promised the boys that we'd do "breakfast with Santa" today at The Ritz, and Hotter and I agreed that we didn't want Isis to be alone so I flew solo at the event and called the vet from the road to tell her what was going on and let her know that Isis looked like she was in pain and would need some medication to make her more comfortable until we knew what was what. Honestly, I was kind of worried that she'd hit a point where it didn't feel ethical to let her keep suffering before we got the test results from the lymphnode aspirates back.
There was a work meeting scheduled for today that I was supposed to attend even though it was my day off, and I found my boss's boss while the MFA Children were occupied with Santa and told him it kind of looked like the family dog might be dying and asked if it would be okay if I skipped the monthly staff meeting just this once (I have yet to miss one, and there are some employees who have been there longer than I have who have yet to ATTEND one). He was kind of wishy-washy about that, and said if I was worried about the boys they were welcome to hang out in the bar and watch TV during the meeting (umm, NO). So I hauled ass back home to drop the boys off and then doubled back to work.
Five minutes before I arrived at work the vet called me back. "I'm really sorry," she said, "but the lab called to let us know they didn't even need to complete the testing process. Isis has lymphoma, and it's pretty advanced." She went on to let me know that chemotherapy was an option, but that it would cost more than SHE could afford and the prognosis was pretty grim based on how Isis was doing. I told her we'd probably go the comfort care route and walked into the work meeting bawling and was kind of a dick about everyone's holiday goodwill.
Hotter texted me while I was at work to let me know that Isis was absolutely miserable. I called the vet back and let her know and she said she'd prescribe some steroids and heavy-duty pain medication to give us time to say goodbye. I came home with pain meds in-hand for Isis, who came lurching to greet me leaving a trail of dropping fur behind her and covered in huge tumors and a painful-looking rash, panting and febrile with a distended abdomen (but still wagging her damn tail).
This is fucking monstrous. Three days ago she was FINE.
Telling the boys was...rough.
We're going to medicate her heavily, love on her overnight, and have her put down tomorrow at noon EST.